That night she helped me find the answer to my hurt…
I grew up going to church and hearing about God and his son Jesus.
God blessed me with Christian parents who lived and taught Christian principles at home and took our family to church each week.
She told me I needed to tell the Lord I was sorry for my sins – the things I had done wrong – and ask Him into my heart.
I grew up in a Christian home. We were an active, church family.
I asked God to forgive me for all the sins I had committed and asked Jesus to come into my heart and take control of my life.
I was A GEEK… A SQUARE… I had big ears, kinda wimpy, loved school, into science, so I was picked on.
I learned that the something missing was forgiveness from God for my sins…Sin seemed to weigh down on me like a heavy, heavy load.
However, as a teenager and young man trying to be “good” and a sense of not having a purpose for my life made me feel empty.
I was in Sunday School at the time and I realized that something was missing in my life. My Sunday School teacher assisted me in making the most important decision of my