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Born into a family of generational preachers and ranchers I have never known life without the love and influence of Christ.  Up until the year after I graduated high school my family was strongly affiliated with a very religious sect of Christianity that imposed expectations onto the people of the organization for the primary purpose of emotionally charging their responses to the gift of salvation.  There was very little cognitive awareness of our foundational convictions; mainly supported by guilt and hype the depth of ethereal relationship was, at best, limited.  Once my family and I started making some changes in our approach to religion, I began to understand more about how to cultivate a relationship of reliance and trust in Christ.  The trouble was that I had spent so many years in the "grindstone" that I was burnt out and jaded with church and the attitude I had come to associate with church goers.  For several years I played the part of a believer and lived a private lifestyle of which even my family wasn't aware.  After my husband and I married, we went through more than four years of turmoil because we continued to resist the drawing of the Holy Spirit that we knew to be real deep inside our souls.  
Nearly two years ago, I began to realize the importance of Christianity and my own personal spirituality while my husband continued to struggle.  This choice of mine actually made it more difficult for our marriage.  Exactly one year ago last Friday, my husband finally surrendered completely to the call Christ has placed on his life and is a publicly and wholeheartedly practicing Christian.  He prays over me and lets me hear him worship.  He takes me to church, involves himself in ministry, and celebrates my ministries as well. God has guided us through some terribly dark paths, and has delivered on His promise of hope and future that he gave to all His children in Jeremiah 29:11. 

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