I had a wife, house, cars, and everything that money could buy. But inside I was drowning in sin.
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.
I was ok on the outside, the good kid, but open me up. Angry & feeling alone, I was an addict (speed) and using sex for finding worth.
There was a time in my life when all I could think of was dying. Thinking of death led me to think what is my purpose in life.
Being raised in a Christian home doesn’t mean that your life was perfect and it definitely doesn’t automatically make YOU a Christian.
I was essentially a nobody. All of sudden one day, in the middle of church service, God’s word was made clear and I understood for the first time that Christ died to
I grew up in church off and on, could tell you all the stories, believed the Bible but thought that believing was enough and lived life the way I wanted to.
I was always searching. Searching and struggling for someone or something that would make sense of my life.
In my teenage years I ran away from everything I had been taught by my parents and church. Living for self and pleasure was far more important. Life’s purpose