I finally felt like I couldn’t go on any more. I had to confess my sin and decide if I REALLY wanted Christ.
I was so alone. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, like I was having fun and was in control, but in truth I was lost and confused.
Growing up on a farm near Sundown, Texas, we did not go to Church. One summer, at age 12, I went to a Baptist camp for boys.
I overheard my older brother talking to my parents about sin and separation from God.
I had a life changing experience. I experienced God’s love for myself and the forgiveness of all my wrong doing.
I remember being very scared because I needed to to receive Jesus as Savior, but at the same time I feared what my friends would say…
My sister and I weren’t raised in church, but we were raised by parents who said they were Christians and we went to church on occasion with a loving Aunt.
When I was eight years old, my two older sisters and I went to church with a friend.
My life before God revolved around instant gratification which never filled the emptiness and loneliness I felt.
As a teenager I began attending a Baptist Church with my boyfriend who is now my husband.