I was just existing. Each day was the same old thing. Depression, I guess. Life seemed to only be about living and dying.
We had a revival at our church when I was ten. I realized Jesus died on the cross for my sins. I had never thought much about being a sinner, but the Bible says all have
I would have to characterize my life before knowing Christ as filled with fear; fears which robbed me of real peace and joy. I knew there must be better way to live and
I became a Christian when I was very young and always grew up in a church, so I really do not remember what it was like before I was a Christian…
When I was about ten we moved to Missouri. We started to look for a church then we found a small church in Crane.
I never attended church as a child. I knew that there was a God but I did not have a relationship with Him.
I was fortunate to have been raised in a godly Christian home. I was a middle child of seven children.
I was raised in a Christian home and at the age of 8 realized that I was a sinner and there was no way I could save myself.
My best friend had recently accepted Christ and started to ask lots of questions.
While standing on the banks of the creek, I just knew it was time to ask Jesus to be my personal Savior, so I did…