I always had an intellectual belief in God, but instead of living for him, I was living to impress others.
I was the stereotypical church girl. At an early age I prayed and asked Jesus to come into my life
I finally reached a point, where in desperation; I cried out to “God” and asked for help.
I remember thinking that getting to heaven was something you had to work for and when you died you hoped that your good deeds out weighed the bad.
During my junior high years, I understood that I needed to ask Jesus to come into my heart.
After several suicide attempts and being dependent on an anti-depressant for over a year, some believers told me that God is the author of life, that people reject God
My life was a mess! I was sitting in a prison, a convicted felon, due to my driving under the influence and taking a man’s life with my car.
I became a Christian when I was nine. There were no fireworks, no radical change just the silent reassurance of my Savior in my heart.