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.
I felt lost and confused for a long time up until my Sophomore year in college.
As a kid, I grew up in a home where God was very prevalent as both of my parents were born-again, practicing believers.
I always had an intellectual belief in God, but instead of living for him, I was living to impress others.
I was actually playing the piano one night and while I played the song “I Wished We’d All Been Ready”, I got to thinking if I would really be ready if something
One night, at the age of 14, I was sitting in church. I remember that my pastor spoke about the life of Jesus and how He loves us so much that He died on the cross for
I sensed a heavy weight over my life, an anchor that was dragging me down and I longed to experience true peace.
I grew up in the church. I knew *about* God from a young age, but I did not have a personal relationship with Him.