When I was in my late 60’s, I realized something was missing in my life.
During a revival meeting in 1977, the Lord brought home the truth to me that I had never experienced salvation.
While sitting with my mother in a small community church, God spoke to my heart just a couple of Sundays before I reached the age of 7.
I had reached a point of desperation, and I was willing to do whatever it took to find inner peace.
I realized I needed Jesus when I was 13 and my dad was preaching.
I have believed in God all my life, but not until my adult life did I realize that I really have been “playing church”.
I gave my heart to Jesus when I was 11 years old. It is the best thing that ever happened to me.
As a child I went on every church bus or van that came by my house so I experienced several different types of religious beliefs…
I thought about suicide because of the mess I had made of my life searching for happiness.
As hard as I tried to enjoy my sinful life, the guilt I felt became unbearable. Everything this world promised would bring me happiness brought me only pain and sorrow.