I appeared to be a good kid by going to church and saying the right things to everyone else, but I knew what I was really like.
I was a fearful child. Even though I was taught about the love of God from my earliest memory, I was afraid of Him.
I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 6 years old, but never really took my faith seriously until I was 13 and my dad left my mom and I.
As a kid, I grew up in a home where God was very prevalent as both of my parents were born-again, practicing believers.
I always had an intellectual belief in God, but instead of living for him, I was living to impress others.
I was actually playing the piano one night and while I played the song “I Wished We’d All Been Ready”, I got to thinking if I would really be ready if something
One night, at the age of 14, I was sitting in church. I remember that my pastor spoke about the life of Jesus and how He loves us so much that He died on the cross for
I sensed a heavy weight over my life, an anchor that was dragging me down and I longed to experience true peace.
But, while my heart pumped blood and my brain and lungs were fully functioning, I WAS DEAD – in SIN.
I was ten years old when I realized my need for the most important thing in my life. At this age, I realized my need for a Savior.