When I was young, my grandmother instilled in me morals and values. We went to church every now and then, until we slowly faded away from the scene. Although I was still a “good person”, I look back now and notice how selfish I was; concerned only with my grades, belongings and personal affairs.
When I was about thirteen years old my grandmother and I decided to start going back to church. Every Sunday as I listened to the preacher explain how Jesus could “Fill the hole” in my life, I began to feel more strongly an incredible tugging and burning in my heart. Finally, I told my grandmother and the preacher how I felt. Preacher Bob came our house one day, and explained to me again how Jesus loved me and gave himself for me. There, in my grandmother’s living room, I gave my life to Jesus.
Since then I have realized the most important things in life are not grades, belongings, or anything I may have been selfish about before. I appreciate life now. The burning hole I once felt in my life is gone, completed by Jesus. When I go through hard times, I have someone to pick me up again, who’ll never leave me, no matter what. Jesus gives me the strength to go on, a purpose for living, and the desire to tell others just how much He loves them.
Check out my Church: Good Hope Baptist Church, Wake Forest, NC