Testimony
Here's My Story
I’m Kassy. I am a wife and the mother of four—three here with me on earth and one who is forever in Heaven. I have a five-year-old, a ten-year-old, a sixteen-year-old, and a son who would be twenty-three today. My husband, Randall, and I have been married for seventeen years, and together we are raising our family on a small farm in Northern California.
I came to faith in the fall of 2019, after an unimaginable event that forever changed my life. In the midst of profound loss and heartbreak, God met me with His presence, His truth, and His unshakable faithfulness. What began as a season of deep sorrow became the very place where I encountered Jesus in a way that transformed everything.
From as early as I can remember, I have loved teaching. That calling led me into a career in education and eventually to earn a master’s degree in educational leadership. But after I was born again, I discovered there was something I loved even more than my profession—teaching God’s Word and leading others to Christ. Today, the passion that once fueled my career now fuels my ministry. I also serve actively in my church, participating in prayer groups, leading bible studies, and practicing discipleship, because I believe so deeply in the power of prayer and the nearness of God’s presence in our lives when we abide in Him.
Scripture tells us in Revelation 12:11 that we “overcome the enemy by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of our testimony.” That is why I share mine—not to dwell in the pain of my past, but to testify to the power of Jesus to heal, deliver, and restore what is broken. My journey has been marked by deep grief and seasons of uncertainty, yet through it all I have witnessed the Lord’s hand of deliverance in my own life. My prayer is that as you read my story, you would not only see the pain I have walked through, but more importantly, the faithfulness of God—and that you would be encouraged to trust Him with your own pain or trial.
In the fall of 2019, my sixteen-year-old son took his own life. Until that day, I would have called myself a Christian because, years earlier, I had prayed a prayer and said I wanted to be saved. But there was no true transformation in my life. I was living for myself, my family, and my career. In a single moment, everything changed.
When I found my son lifeless, I dropped to my knees and cried out to the very God I had ignored for most of my life. In that moment, deep in my spirit, I knew He truly was who He said He was. I felt unworthy to call on Him, yet I found myself desperately pleading for assurance that my son was with Him in Heaven. My life replayed before me like a highlight reel, and I knew I was a sinner in need of mercy. I also believed—wrongly—that if my son was not in Heaven, it would be my fault for not teaching him.
It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God—but He, rich in mercy, stepped down and met me right there on the floor. I died that day—to myself and to my old life. In the depths of my grief and despair, I encountered Jesus, and He revived me by His Spirit and washed me with His living Word. He never left me. I could feel His presence, His peace, and His comfort surrounding me. I was forever changed.
I love the Lord for saving me—not only from eternal separation from Him, but also from the crushing grief I should have carried. The loss of a child is the deepest pain a parent can endure, yet God lifted that weight and breathed new life into me. Today, I rest in His peace, walk in His presence, and lean on His unfailing faithfulness. He truly delivers us from life’s greatest trials, and He is worthy of all glory.