When I was a little girl my daddy took me to church every week. I learned through the preaching and Sunday School class that heaven and hell were real places.
A couple of years ago I started to think that there’s got to be more than just this life. I’ve always believed in God, but I just wasn’t settled…
Have you ever felt like you were not good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, or accepted by the “right” crowd?
It was a cold day in January and I found myself sitting in a class at a small church. It was a Sunday…
Although I had never robbed, killed or taken drugs, there were other intentional acts of disobedience and sin that were separating me from God.
My first encounters with God were as a very small child. A Sunday school teacher described God as my Heavenly Father and someone who could always be counted on.
I was brought up in church. At age 10 I felt the conviction of the Holy Spirit and I knew I wanted to be saved.
As a young boy I was often afraid. A Sunday School teacher at church introduced me to a scripture verse that helped me understand how to deal with fear.
One day my friend approached me and asked me if I had asked Jesus to come into my heart and if I died tonight would I go to Heaven?
I watched my older brother and younger sister make accept Christ at the same time but I still delayed again and again.