I was experiencing a lot of confusion about life and what the future held for me.
It was not until I was a nine year old kid sitting in the back of church listening to the pastor give a communion service that I realized what I had been missing. It was
I grew up in a broken and abusive home… I never knew that I had real value because neither God nor His truths were ever mentioned in our home.
I became a bad person. I used to do what they used to do to me: curse, hate people, fight, stole.
My father abused my mother in every way…my anger grew tremendously. I became bitter and secretly hated anyone who had a father…
I sat through the service and at one point, I started crying. I knew then that I wanted to accept Christ.
We were seeking our dreams but without any thought of Christ or His purpose for our lives.
I felt a tug on my heart to ask God to forgive me of my sins, come in to my heart and be Lord of my life.
I honestly don’t remember what life was like without Christ. When I was young, my family and I were in church.
My friend said she’d been given new life and I could literally see a difference in her countenance. She looked whole and peaceful and radiant…