My life before Christ was empty and chaotic.
I was a born liar. Oh, I wanted to be good. That was the problem…
I grew up in a Christian home. My father was a pastor for four different country churches at the same time,
I came to understand I had a void in my life. I knew this wouldn’t come from a person this world had to offer but rather what God had to offer.
I began to hang out with the “wrong crowd” and found myself participating in acts that I didn’t think I ever would…
When I was 12 I began to realize that all my understanding about God was not the same as knowing Him personally.
I went forward and thought that I was saved when I was eight years old. However, by the time I was 10, I knew that I was not right with the Lord.
My parents divorced when I was in 1st grade. My biological dad was still around but in 3rd grade he came by the school on his way out of town & out of my life.