…and no we are not adding an infant to this house. Put those thoughts away!
It’s not every day that you just click with another person, in a friendly we-can-totally-get-along-and-be-honest-with-each-other kind of way. Today, I get to introduce you to a gal that I connected with when she wrote a guest post for me and then I wrote one for her. I am so excited to introduce you to Cassandra! She is a gracious, tender-hearted woman who’s greatest desire is to see God glorified. She is being so honest with us in sharing her testimony today so you can all get to know her a little.
This year we are making a commitment to do a guest post for each other on a regular basis! Once a month, on the 2nd Weds of each month, you will see her awesome perspective here at The Brown Tribe & you’ll see me at her site, Raising Up Stones, the 3rd Weds of every month as well. We have each committed this venture to prayer and are so excited to see how God is glorified and how He grows us as we invite another perspective into our spheres. Without further adieu, here’s Cassandra’s testimony in her own words.
I was born to a very loving mother and father. My dad worked hard in a body shop that he owned while my mom stayed home with us. My mother had believed in Jesus when she was a young child (nine I believe,) but my dad had not. He was an alcoholic that felt his life was just fine as it was without God.
I have only good memories of my younger years. My dad made us all laugh and my mom kept the home in perfect condition. In December, before my fourth birthday, my parents gave me the best gift of all, a sister. I felt loved, I was full of energy and I got in trouble just like any other child!
From the beginning, I struggled with fear and holding myself to a very high standard. I wanted to be as good as possible and it broke my heart in pieces if I ever disappointed someone. (to this day I still struggle with those two)
The summer after my fourth birthday, my dad’s uncle invited me to go to his church’s Vacation Bible School. I can still remember the look of the rooms and little details of the activities I participated in there. We did crafts, songs, flannel graph and snacks. Anything you could want as a four year old on a summer morning.
One particular day God worked in my heart. I can remember the room clearly and I especially remember the teacher. She had long, dark hair and I remember feeling like she was speaking just to me. She began to tell me about my sin and the bad things I had done and would do. She got my attention there because I wanted more than anything to be good all of the time instead of disappointing people.
She went on to explain that I could not be good. I could never do enough to go to heaven. I remember feeling so sad. I wanted to go to this place where God was, called heaven. She went on to tell me how I could get this gift that God had for me. This gift of eternal life that I wanted so much. I had never heard of this gift and I wanted to believe along with tell God how sorry I was for my bad deeds.
The whole ride home, I thought very deeply about what the teacher had said and I know that God let it set heavy on my tiny little heart. As my mom went in our house to get her shopping list, I couldn’t wait any longer. Right then and there, sitting in the car in the driveway of my home, my baby sister in the back, I accepted Christ as my Savior. I told him I was sorry for the bad I had done and told him that I wanted that gift that He had to give me. I believed He really died for me and my sins as the teacher stated and I didn’t want to wait another day to receive it.
Later that year, my parents started attending church regularly, my dad was saved and I was brought to church anytime the doors were open. I was there for Sunday school, children’s church, Wednesday nights, special events, choir practice and mission conferences.
Our Church was very missions minded. We had missionaries stay in our home regularly and I began to have a strong desire to do the same with my life. At nine years of age, I surrendered my life to be a missionary. I dreamed of having my own orphanage in China or Guatemala. These missionaries were my heroes!
Skipping ahead to the year I turned twelve, my parents began to look into becoming missionaries themselves. We took at trip to Venezuela as a family. (I had a baby brother by now that was 7 years younger)
We moved to Texas the year that I turned fourteen so that my parents could attend a Bible college there. My world was turned upside down. I knew no one, we were homeschooled and my parents were busy all of the time studying and trying to minister in churches around the Dallas area. I was not happy about the move at all.
God was working in my heart though and I soon met many lifelong friends, attended a couple of mission trips and fell in love with Texas…including a Texas boy! After graduating, I started attending the Bible college my parents attended and met the man I now have my three children with.
Long story short, we are not missionaries out of the states, my husband is not working as a pastor which he longs to be (at this point anyway) and our lives may look to those who knew my passions like I have given up on my desire to serve God but I can tell you, through many painful events in our marriage and many moves around the south, how much God has been molding me and preparing us for what He has next.
I still struggle with fear and worry. I still am not good enough to stop disappointing people but that day at four years old, God got ahold of my heart early and gave me a hope and grace.
I used to be embarrassed to share my testimony because it may seem a little boring but through many talks with God, He has helped me see how special my story really is. My Heavenly Father wanted me at a young age. He called me out early in my life and I am so thankful that I have been able to have a relationship with him for 27 years now.
“But Jesus said, ‘Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.'” Matthew 19:14 NLT
Cassandra writes at Raising Up Stones where she encourages mothers and wives to embrace what may seem like the longest days but are the shortest years of their lives. She has been married to her best friend, who can always make her laugh, for 10 years. Together they have three children and she began homeschooling her kindergartner and Preschooler this year (as the one year old destroys the house!). Her passion for making each moment count with her children, finding romance in the chaos and experiencing real intimacy with God is evident in all that she writes. She hopes to inspire and encourage women in each of these areas. You can join the journey on her blog, Facebook, Instagram or Pinterest.