My parents brought me to church, they taught me right from wrong, but this does not mean that I always did right. In fact, I hardly did anything right.
The pastor explained to us that you never knew when life could be cut short. He went on to share the Gospel with us, and that night, I accepted Christ as my personal
I grew up in a Christian household, and have been going to church all my life. But I was ALWAYS doubting if it was real or not.
I was saved at a young age but when I got into high school I fell away from God.
I was searching. Searching for what…I didn’t know. I felt empty. I felt alone.
When I was little my mother never went to church and if we did then I do not remember going.
In September 1997, in the parking lot behind my church I cried out to God to forgive me for the things I had done
Then she asked me if I was to die today and I was standing before God and He was to ask me, “Why should I let you in my heaven?” what would you say.
I asked my Savior to come into my life on Saturday, March 26, 2011 at a camp called Ridgecrest.
I grew angry with the world that had always seemed to reject me, I was always too different– I thought I was inferior.