I grew up in a church going family where God was a big part of our lives.
But when I was 9 years old, an evangelist, who was preaching a revival meeting in our church, told me how I could have the emptiness in my life filled.
As a youngster, my life was not filled with rebellion, but still I knew I was lost and if I died I would go to hell.
As a child, I had little understanding of who God was or even that He wanted a relationship with me.
I realized that something was missing in my so-called Christianity…something I was seeing in the lives of others and was longing for.
I was very angry as a child. I felt lost and confused like Jesus had left me to hurt.
I always knew about Jesus but it wasn’t until I was eleven that I asked Him into my heart.