I Promise

My relationship with God is the most important relationship I have.

When He pursued me and revealed His unconditional love, I did not run away—I embraced Him with all that I am. Apart from God, I am truly nothing. My identity, my hopes, and my dreams are all in Him and for Him.

God turned my life around on February 22, 1992. I was a freshman in high school, just 13 years old. In the quiet of my bedroom, I surrendered my life to Him and asked Him to be my Lord and Savior. No performance. No audience. No Sunday-only Christianity. Just full surrender—me and God alone.

Being a Christian is not just something we profess—it is something we live. And living it out is not always easy. People begin to watch your life more closely, and I carry a deep desire to represent my Lord—not in my own righteousness, but in His. Even at a young age, I longed to show others that it is possible to walk with God in the midst of a chaotic and confusing world.

One of the most personal prayers I brought before the Lord was about my heart. I asked Him to protect me from heartbreak—not out of fear, but out of a desire to honor Him. I wanted to make choices that would align with His will and keep my heart steady in His plans.

I prayed for purity—not just in action, but in intention. I desired to live a life that honored God, including saving my virginity for the one He had prepared for me. And in that sacred commitment, I invited someone I had not yet met—my future husband—into that promise.

From that moment, it became a covenant between three: God, myself, and the man He was preparing for me.

This meant choosing commitment seriously. It meant entering a relationship only with the man I would marry. It was not easy. There were seasons of waiting, moments of vulnerability, and times when I opened my heart—but ultimately chose to remain anchored in God’s voice.

I held on to His guidance:
Be discerning. Use wisdom. Trust in Me. Walk with Me.

And so I waited.

I waited not passively, but purposefully—growing, learning, becoming, and reflecting. I understood that this was one area I could not compromise, no matter how time passed or how the world around me shifted.

Looking back, I can say this with confidence:
Waiting on God and waiting for His best is one of the most worthwhile kinds of waiting.

Because in the waiting, God was not just preparing the promise—He was preparing me.