I was very angry as a child. I felt lost and confused like Jesus had left me to hurt.
I grew up with an alcoholic mother, no father and plenty of step dads. I was abused, neglected, and abandoned by both parents.
I was twelve years old when a classmate shared Christ with me.
When I was 10 years old, I accepted Jesus as my Savior, during a revival…
I met Christ at church camp when I was at my lowest point in life.
I went to a VBS in my neighborhood when I was in fourth grade and understood that even as a child I was guilty of being a a sinner because of things I had done wrong.