I was a foolish teenager who said to himself, ‘There is no God.’ That gave me a sense of elation: I was free to run my own life.
All of my childhood years from 8 years old and beyond, I constantly sought out unhealthy choices to fulfill my loneliness, my lack of confidence and my desires for
“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 was a fearful child. Even though I was taught about the love of God from my earliest memory, I was afraid of Him.
I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 6 years old, but never really took my faith seriously until I was 13 and my dad left my mom and I.
I felt lost and confused for a long time up until my Sophomore year in college.
As a kid, I grew up in a home where God was very prevalent as both of my parents were born-again, practicing believers.
I had a wife, house, cars, and everything that money could buy. But inside I was drowning in sin.
Since the age of five and an early exposure to pornography, I had become a little girl turned young girl looking for attention and affirmation.
No matter how good I tried to act or how well I did what I was suppose to do, it didn’t seem to fill the void in my life.