I appeared to be a good kid by going to church and saying the right things to everyone else, but I knew what I was really like.
I thought “If I am struggling to proclaim Christ as my savior, how real can my faith be?”
I made the decision to follow Christ when I was 13 years old…
I was 5 years old when I asked Jesus to save and lead me…
It wasn’t until I got to college that I realized that I had a blind faith.
Although I grew up in church I wasn’t saved until I was 12 on July 2, 2009.
Feeling hopeless, helpless, and unwanted were my usual state and happiness never seemed to last long enough.
I hardly knew anything about the Bible and the way I lived was pretty much indistinguishable from my friends who weren’t Christian either.
I was a fearful child. Even though I was taught about the love of God from my earliest memory, I was afraid of Him.
I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 6 years old, but never really took my faith seriously until I was 13 and my dad left my mom and I.