I was asked by my youth pastor if I knew Jesus and I said that I did not know him.
“You’re going to Hell!” That preacher was pointing right at me.
I was filled with a lot of stress and had a gaping hole in my heart that needed to be filled…
I did basically whatever I wanted and just didn’t care about anything.
Even though I got saved at an early age, even though I grew up in a Christian home, I never cared about my decaying relationship with Christ.
After I claimed Christ, He took away my sins and gave me eternal life.
I felt that I was in a living hell and words could never truly explain the mental pain I was in.
At the age of 12 I knew that my sin separated me from God…
I had an abusive dad and a frightened mom.
I grew up in a different kind of family, Military. Moved every three years. My mother died when I was 8 and Dad took it hard…