I grew up in a very dysfunctional environment-drinking and turmoil were constant events. There was much heartache.
I was born into a Christian family, did the right things when people were looking and for more than 30 years assumed I had things taken care of.
As a child, my mother encouraged me to attend Sunday School and church…
My parents divorced before I was born, and I went to live with my grandparents.
God began dealing with me and convicting me of the sin in my life. I knew I had broken God’s Law and was a sinner in the face of a holy and perfect God.
I lived a guilt-ridden existence because I wanted to do the right things and felt so inadequate to follow what I thought the rules were.
I grew up in a Christian home and my life was basically uneventful and ordinary.
Class clown, life of the party, fun-loving. All terms that my friends would use to describe me.
One night, while laying in bed, I asked my mom what being a Christian was. She explained it to me and led me to Christ that night.
During my teenage years I sensed no peace or purpose in life. Nightly I had difficulty going to sleep, sensing that if I died in my sleep I would not go to heaven.