Life story

In order for you to get to know more about me let me tell you a little bit about my family and my background.

My mother Laima
My mother grew up in a large farmer's family. Her father was called into army at the beginning of the war and never came back so my grandmother heroically was taking care of four children - three daughters and a son.

During those hopeless and hard years only God's miraculous support and heavy work helped our family to survive and God's presence helped my mother who was just a little girl at that time to keep a sincere and loving heart. While my mother was young in my grandmother's house it was a usual thing to pray for God's protection, blessing, wisdom, and healing to the sick children or the cattle. I remember several testimonies from my grandmother how God had healed a cow, a sheep, and children. Therefore it was nothing unusual that the first place to go to in extreme situations was the Throne of Grace. In the same way my mother continued to care for us with great gentleness and sincerity, and what is even more important, she never quit to pray long and heartfelt prayers before God for all people.

My father Vilis

My father grew up in a family where there were five children and he was the youngest of them. His father (and my grandfather) in his youth was fun to be with, “the soul” of the crowd who brought joy to others. That’s what he was like when he met and married a beautiful and happy girl (my grandmother). However, he turned to be an inveterate drunkard who brought much hurt to his family. It is hard to listen to my father’s memories when he tells how a large drunk man was violently treating his wife and little children. Poverty, ridicule, fear, and being lame in one leg after a trauma while giving birth to her child was my grandmother’s share.

Christ came into my father's life when he was still young after his mother got saved. In her hardships and hopelessness she experienced Christ when she was standing one morning on a railway having decided to commit a suicide. And after a simple but desperate prayer true joy, peace, and security filled her heart making her strong, unconquerable, and peaceful. Even though the situation with her husband did not improve, my grandmother did not lose her strength and peace. She was a hero who looked fragile and endangered on the outside but in reality she was a conqueror who could love, forgive, and endure everything. She was not overcome by the evil but instead she overcame the evil with the good thus leaving an excellent example to her children including my father.

The conviction that Christ is a real Savior helped my father greatly when he discovered that because of his father's drinking problem his own health had been dramatically affected. By the age of 30 because of some hereditary defect of the digestion system the doctors did not promise my father any improvements. At that time my parents who were just a new family started to seek God seriously and found help because "by His stripes we are healed" (1 Peter 2:24). And God did a miracle! Since then my family has been seeking God with joy, faithfully, and according to the Scriptures and serving Him in any possible way for the rest of their life. Thus real God's presence, answered prayers, and the attitude "it is written" became a proven method and an integral part of our life.

Many times and in many ways our family has experienced God's love, leading, and interventions in our circumstances. The very question of God's existence was never doubted in their and my life as their son, whether we encountered atheistic propaganda in our schools or "proletarian party dictatorship" in public relationships.