I didn’t grow up at South Main. Sadly, I didn’t grow up in a church at all. I was a Christian that never had, and yet always wanted, a church home. It was a void in my life for many, many years and I think I was too frightened and intimidated to fix it. And so, I continued to be just a church visitor here and there, Easter, Christmas and the occasional youth trip.
When I was in my early 20s, I felt incredibly alone and defeated by the obstacles life had thrown me. I desperately needed my church and my God. Seeing my distress, a co-worker shared with me one of the most amazing gifts I would ever receive. He invited me to visit South Main. I knew it was time to face my fears and fill the void in my life.
South Main immediately opened its loving arms to me through Sunday School, choir, mission trips, and committee work. It is hard to believe that was almost 15 years ago. In those 15 years, God blessed me not only with a church home, but with a loving husband and four children, all of whom are as dedicated to South Main as I am. Being a member of this church family brought the gifts of worship, fellowship, faith, music, friendship, stewardship and grace to me, my husband and our children.
I am always in awe of the families that have been at South Main for generations. But for me, the opportunity to be a first generation South Mainer means that I have the incredible honor of bringing the gifts of fellowship, faith and worship to the future generations of my family. My children, grandchildren and great grandchildren will never have to experience the void and fear I felt because they will have been raised here at South Main. It is a legacy that I am blessed and so very grateful to pass on.