I grew up surrounded by godly women, especially my mother, Reva. She was a mighty warrior of God and a shining light for Christ. Her name even meant “heavenly revival”—which fits, because that’s exactly what her life reflected. Thanks to her, I believed in Jesus from a young age. But looking back, I realize now that I didn’t actually know him. I didn’t even understand there was a difference between believing in Jesus and knowing him.
As I got older, I began searching for truth—not just intellectually, but spiritually. I had to ask: can God really be known? I spent years studying, questioning, and wrestling—wanting either to verify the Bible or deconstruct my faith altogether.
In the middle of that search, I encountered overwhelming evidence pointing to one conclusion: Jesus Christ truly is the King of kings and the Lord of all creation. Once I saw him clearly, I couldn’t unsee him. Once I knew the truth, I couldn’t unknow it.
Because of who Jesus is, I now dedicate my life to him. This baptism represents a death to my old self—that I was cleansed by his sacrifice and reborn as a new creation. I want to live for his mission, spreading the gospel and helping usher in the “heavenly revival” that he has in store for all creation.