Since the age of five and an early exposure to pornography, I had become a little girl turned young girl looking for attention and affirmation.
No matter how good I tried to act or how well I did what I was suppose to do, it didn’t seem to fill the void in my life.
It was during a revival at the small country church we attended when God’s tug on my heart was overwhelming. I accepted God’s gift of forgiveness and eternal
I thought very little about spiritual things, and Christians were just “goody-two-shoes.” My fame was my crazy stunts – the crazier, the more people
When I was eight years old, one evening after church, I told my mother that I wanted to be saved so that I could go to heaven when I died.
Then when I was a nine year old little girl, Jesus touched my heart. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Partying on Saturday nights and sleeping late, or pretending to be asleep on Sunday mornings got me out of going to church and Sunday school many a Sunday.
I was preaching hell fire and brimstone at the age of 7 in my parents basement to a make believe crowd. I had asked Jesus to come into my heart at that young age and I
I taught high school by day, and by night tried to numb myself with whatever, usually alcohol. I was depressed and lonely, looking for meaning in my life.
I knew I needed Jesus in my life. I saw how everyone there who had a relationship with God was great and I wanted a part of that!