I can remember sitting on a church pew with my parents and feeling overwhelmed.
Although I would be in church on Sunday I lived a life totally for myself the rest of the week.
But one day, I realized I had done things in my life that did not please God and these things were separating me from God.
I went to a vacation Bible school and learned about Jesus and asked Him to be my Lord and Savior.
I grew up in a Christian home with Christian parents that raised me to be an overall good child.
I was a suicidal girl all through middle school. I wanted to die everyday and would self-harm.
I knew all the stories, yet I never accepted Jesus. I simply lived life the way I believed I should.
I was a good kid, but just didn’t quite understand what it meant for Jesus to be my Savior and to be boss of my life.
Even though I went to church, knew all the facts about God, I knew deep down in my heart that there was a void, something was missing in my life.
He told me that God sent his one and only Son, Jesus, to die and rise again for my sin…