I was without Christ until 1950 when my mother-in-law started living with us and I got saved.
I had been in church for years and I realized I was a sinner.
I was very young. I didn’t remember lacking anything or having doubts. I was in Sunday School class from the time I was old enough, so I was taught about Jesus.
My family didn’t go to church, and I remember struggling with the meaning of life.
I thought I was going to heaven because someone told me I would go there.
My parents never took me to church but thankfully some neighbors took an interest in me and took me to church.
Coming from a devastatingly broken family, I spent my first 20 years of life in search of a seemingly impossible hope.