After my Dad accepted Christ, I knew there was a God and Jesus was real because of what he did in the life of my family.
One day I was confronted with the claims that Jesus Christ really did love me. Not only did He love me but He desired to have a personal relationship with me.
On a Sunday morning at church I knew God was tugging on my heart to respond and ask Jesus into my life.
My earliest memories involved my Dad passed out drunk on the floor, loud arguments between my Mom and Dad, and his car backing out of the driveway leaving our family.