I grew up in a Christian home, which actually made me believe that I was a Christian too. I attended Sunday-school and when I was a teenager I joined the church choir and enjoyed myself there. I loved the singing, and the songs which we sang were quite enjoyable. Little did I know that I was not a Christian.

I grew up among believers but I could not stop living a sinful life. Many of my church friends were just like me, so it seemed as though that is how things should be. But deep within me I knew I was wrong although I did not pay attention to that. When I finished my high school I could not go to university because of financial reasons, so I looked for a job.

At that time I joined a prayer group at work. Something of the gospel was preached there and I ended up in a church where the full gospel was preached. It was then that I was convicted of my sins and gave my life to the Lord. A year later I married a non-Christian, since we were not taught to make that distinction. Today I am happy that my husband became a Christian also, and now he is pursuing his calling in full-time ministry.