I discovered as a young boy growing up with my mother and alcoholic step-father that life was inconsistent, difficult and at times scary.
As a teenager, I became very rebellious. After graduation from High School, I joined the Marine Corps. I was sent to Vietnam.
I had always known who God was. I was born in a Christian home and had always gone to church every Sunday…
The night Christ found me I was working in a nursing home. I remember falling on my face as I began to realize the weight of my sin.
In quiet moments alone in the dark before falling asleep, I couldn’t ignore what I saw inside myself: lies, anger, greed, and selfishness.
I thought that because my parents were Christians and because I was a “good” kid, that everything was ok…but it wasn’t.
I was 41 years old. My husband had left me. My life was in shambles. I was afraid and felt very much alone. There was no purpose or direction in my life. I was searching
I grew up in a Christian home and was baptized as a young boy, just to please my father. The older I got the farther I strayed from the church with very little direction