Early in my life, I thought drinking alcohol and making money were the most important parts of enjoying life.
In January 1995, my niece invited me to church. I was a wreck at the time and in alot of physical pain and was very depressed.
My life before I knew Christ was a mess. I felt I was missing something in my life, but I did not know what I was searching for.
I gave my life to Christ and felt the weight of the world had been taken off my shoulders.
I was mad at God because of the things that had happen to me in my family struggles and did not want to have anything to do with him.
Growing up, I was always a pretty good kid and did not get into much trouble…
As a child, my parent allowed me to go to this small one room church with a dirt path that lead to it…
I now have a renewed sense of life and my eternity is secure and no longer scary for me.
I grew up a Catholic. My mother, her parents and siblings are all Roman Catholic.
In junior high, the “Youth for Christ” came to our school and I attended the meetings…