I grew up in a Christian home and we attended many meetings and I was familiar with the gospel and the need to be saved from a young age. When I was 6 years old I had a false profession (I didn’t understand much, but people said you should be saved so I just told everyone I was).

After a tent meeting one night, Peter Orasuk said to me at the door, “Kara just make sure you really are saved” and that really bothered me because I knew I didn’t have a time when I got saved. For the next year I was always thinking about it and “trying” to get saved on and off, but I could never figure it out.

Finally one evening, September 11, 2002, at the age of 7, I was very troubled and scared about dying and going to Hell, so I asked my dad to talk to me about it. We sat in my room and he wrote out a bunch of verses for me to look at and we were reading them together. Then at the end we read John 5:24:

John 5:24
[24] Truly, truly, I say unto you, he that hears my word, and believes on him that sent me, has everlasting life, and shall not come into condemnation; but is passed from death unto life.

From this verse I understood that God was saying to me that if I hear his word (his word was saying in other verses that Jesus died for me on the cross) and believe his word and believe God who sent Jesus to die for me on the cross for me; then I would be saved. So I just believed and took God at his word that when Jesus died on the cross, he died for me.