When I was young I always wanted to do the right thing, but many times I would get angry and irritated at my family and my friends and we were often unkind to one
I didn’t realize that God had more for me than not going to hell.
I was a church kid and have been in it my whole life…
When I met Christ I came to the end of myself and the beginning of who He is.
I remember standing in my mother’s bathroom as she was getting ready, and we were talking about heaven and hell…
I knew I needed to be forgiven. I tried turning over new leaf, going to church and praying. Nothing gave me the peace I desired.
For the first time I heard about Jesus’ love for me and that I was a sinner in need of a Savior.
The most important thing is not really a thing at all, it is a person and His name is Jesus Christ.
Growing up I lived a life of sinful rebellion against God…
I knew that there was a problem between God and me. I knew what sin was and that I had sinned.