03/29/2026
I will never forget that night in May 2006.
4 years married.
3 year old precious little girl.
New house.
About to graduate college with honors.
Everything was going right, but I was so sad.
Depressed.
A close friend’s mother had passed away and while attending her wake I met her Pastor. A nice older gentleman who tried desperately to comfort those in mourning.
Self included.
My friend started attending her mother’s church after her passing and one day invited our family along. We pulled up to the little country church on the northwest side of town.
After a month of attending the pastor asked if he could come by one night to talk with my husband and I; of course we agreed, skeptical. The days leading up to his visit my husband would say “We are not giving them money, I am sure that is why they want to come over”.
In May 2006 the old country pastor and a deacon rang the door bell.
We sat around the table and spoke of our experience at his church, and the death of my friend’s mom.
Then the question came.
I was sitting to the right of the pastor with my husband directly across from me. The pastor looked at my face, “Nichole, do you know what it means to be lost?”. Looking down with my hands folded in front of me I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek, but I could not speak.
The Pastor proceed to tell us the the parable of the lost sheep, more tears flowed.
Then the pastor asked, “Nichole, are you lost?” I can clearly remember looking up with streams of tears rolling down my cheeks as I said “yes, sir”.
Over the course of the next few minutes my husband and I were led to Christ right there on our eat in kitchen room floor.
Most days I cannot remember what I did yesterday, but I will never forget that night in May 2006.
A man who I had never met spent 6 hours on a cross because He knew one night in May 2006 I would need a Savior.
A man I had never met was beaten, blasted, abused, flogged because He knew one night in May 2006 I would call on His name.
I am so thankful....
I am so different...
I am so desperate for...
I am so loved because of...
Jesus Christ
This year I share my testimony with a picture of my family. As my decision to live and follow Jesus was not just a choice for me, but one that we would raise and grow our family on. We are a family that lives for Him. Boldly. Unashamed. I pray you know Him.
Happy Holy Week