I admitted to God that I was a sinner. I confessed that I beleived in Him and that He sent His son to die for my sins.
For a long time, going to church was just routine to me, and meant no more than that. I was taught all the Bible stories, but I hadn’t accepted them as truth.
I realized at that moment I had known all my life that I needed Jesus but had refused to follow Him in pursuit of my own desires.
The reason I was always looking for the next best thing was because I was looking for the wrong things. The one “thing” that I really needed was a personal
When I was younger my parents divorced. I don’t really know who my father is.
I was doing drugs, (weed, alcohol, cigarettes, etc.) and I just didn’t care anymore. I had even thought about suicide more than once because I didn’t feel
Before I came to Christ, I was living in sin. I thought I was a Christian, but I hadn’t truly accepted Christ in my life.
I was doing drugs, doing unpure things with my body, cussing, all of it. I was doing everything leading me away from God.
I went to church every Sunday but that didn’t affect my whole life. I would still lie to my parents, cheat, steal, and do whatever I wanted to.
I was one of those who people who had a religious background; but I was clueless about what it all meant and for several years, really didn’t care or think about