I yearned to feel God there and my doubt ate at me daily.
I didn’t grow up in the church and like most, I did things my way. I knew about God and Jesus and Christmas and Easter like everyone else.
First of all, I thank God that He placed me in a home with loving, Christian parents.
I heard over and over how bad preacher’s kids were supposed to be, so I did everything I could to live up to what was expected of me.
It was at a revival service at church that I realized something was missing in my life.
I was in a home where Church and being a Christian were not important.
I knew I had sinned, I confessed my sin, and I asked to be forgiven of my sin. That very night I was saved—eternally saved.
Even at six or seven years or age, I had fear and emptiness…
When I was about 3 years old, my mother and father got a divorce. I didn’t know anything about it because I was too young.