On the trip home I prayed to God that I am a sinner and I never want to do bad things again, and to come into my life and never be away from me.
I was drifting through life. I knew there was something more. I always believed in God, but really never thought about what my purpose might be in this life.
Family and moral values were always emphasized in my life growing up. Going to church and learning about God however was not as consistent.
Before I met Christ, I worried all the time. I tried to control everything. I thought if I was doing good things I would feel better.
I was an only child, lonely, unhappy until I was 11 years old.
I was a boy, just passing through life.
I moved when I was about 11 and didn’t go to church any more, but I still remembered what grandma taught me about Jesus.
When I was 13, a friend began talking to me and I started to realize what sin really was and that I needed to turn my life completely over to the Lord.
When I was in my early twenties I was miserable. After sleeping poorly several nights, I got out of bed and sank to my knees…
At a very young age, I realized that I would never be good enough on my own, and that I had already blown any chance of God accepting me into heaven on my merit alone.