“Here comes The Jolly Green Giant,” jeered my classmates when I showed up wearing my favorite color. But nobody called my name when it was team picking time in P.E.
I grew up in a good family, but a family that didn’t go to church at all. I considered myself a good person, although I did a lot of things I knew weren’t
As a child, I was beaten, burned, kicked, and told, ‘if it wasn’t for you we wouldn’t be in this mess’.
The more I felt empty the more I did daring things to fill that void. I hit rock bottom!
I realized, however, even as a young child, that my parents relationship with God wasn’t enough – that God wanted a personal relationship with me…