I talked with my pastor and he shared with me what was missing in my life.
Even though I knew God wanted me to, I would not surrender my life to Him.
I had become ashamed at how I lived my life and ashamed that nothing made sense anymore.
When I was just eight years old, I laid awake one night thinking about what an older man had told me that day about God.
I grew-up in a large family but even in a house full of people I felt very alone!
While sitting with my mother in a small community church, God spoke to my heart just a couple of Sundays before I reached the age of 7.
My life before Christ was meaningless and full of depression, insecurity, anger, and frustration.
I realized I needed Jesus when I was 13 and my dad was preaching.
I never knew my “earthly” father. He became an alcoholic, so my parents divorced by the time I was two…
I began a rebellious lifestyle, eventually turning to false religion as an answer.