I remember being in elementary and feeling empty and wondering who LOVES me?
I hardly knew anything about the Bible and the way I lived was pretty much indistinguishable from my friends who weren’t Christian either.
I was living for myself, drinking, smoking, numerous sexual partners, adultery. You name it I’ve probably done it or thought about doing it.
I went to church as a little boy and I accepted Jesus as at 7 years old at my grandmother’s kitchen table.
While reading a book about the Book of Romans in the Bible I came to understand, in a way I had never considered before, that I was trying to worship a God I did not
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
“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.