I was searching to find if anyone knew for sure they were going to Heaven. Another graduate student had the answers.
I grew up in a non-Christian home, but a great home. I knew I was loved and life was simple.
My life was filled with conflict. I wanted to do what I wanted. Sin was in my life. I wanted eventually to go to heaven, but I knew I couldn’t the way I was.
From my earliest childhood, I remember my parent’s acts of faith and commitment to God and their love for Jesus Christ.
When I was in college, I came to the point of wanting to end my life. Deep inside, I was desperately crying out for help.
I was born into a Christian family, so there isn’t much to my life before Christ. I am part Filipino.
Fowl language was the center of everyday conversations and depression plagued my Step-Mom from the loss of her first baby at 7 1/2 months pregnant.
I had never fully surrendered my life to Him. But on the afternoon of Jan 23, 2000 that all changed, as I gave my life
At 7 ½ months, our baby died. I was so angry and deep in depression. I felt lost and alone. I was at the bottom of the deepest hole. Someone very special told me about
I knew I was missing out on something- I saw joy around me that I didn’t have and I realized it was because of God. I wanted that.