As a child growing up in church, I knew I needed a Savior and really did want Jesus to come into my life and forgive me for all the wrong I knew I had done.
My mother’s family were people of faith. My father’s were uneducated, vulgar, thieves and prostitutes…most ended up in jail. I saw good and evil.
Before I met Christ I was lost, lonely and scared.
I fell to my knees and began weeping and asking God for forgiveness for my sins. I cried out to Him and He filled me with a joy and a peace like none I had ever
I am naturally a hard-headed, very independent person. It took a while for me to become broken enough to rely on Jesus to solve my problems and give me the strength,
I had accepted Christ at an early age and was baptized. But I didn’t have a relationship with him. He was a Sunday thing.