I was raised by a godly mother who took me to church every time the doors were open. (We attended Bible Baptist Church of Jacksonville, Arkansas under Dr. Roy Harris.) At the age of 6 or 7, I made a profession of faith. For the next 14 years, I based my salvation on the vague memory of this profession. However, making a profession of faith does not save anyone, and God was trying to open my eyes.
While in my first year of Bible college, we had a revival with Dr. Tom Williams. I had been having doubts about my salvation for several months. During the Wednesday chapel time, another college student (who was a preacher's son) accepted Jesus as his Saviour. When I heard about it, all I could think about were my doubts. During the service that night, God was convicting my heart, yet I let my pride take over. I just couldn't admit that I was not saved. I pleaded with God to let me wait until I could privately talk with Bro. Joe Tarr (our Dean of Students) on Friday. In a small voice, I plainly heard God tell me that if I waited until Friday, that I wouldn't have Friday. I immediately went and found Bro. Tarr and confessed that I needed Christ. So on November 18, 1998, I accepted Jesus as my personal Saviour, and I also surrendered my life to His service. I was baptized the following Sunday.