At 6, my Dad cheated on my mom. I was too young to understand but 10 years later, I understood…I hated my Dad.
God saved me at the age of 5. Many would consider someone of that age innocent, but I still understood that I was far from perfect.
Then it hit me as if God Himself said “who are you praying to?” I realized for the first time I was lost.
I drank and smoked socially, even though I was under age…I was a good old fashioned hypocrite.
My life before I met Jesus Christ was filled with anger and confusion…
I led a very normal life and I always felt like I was a believer. However, once I met some true believers, I knew that something very important was missing in my life.
When I was eight years old I felt God calling me to pray and receive Him as my savior. Though I didn’t know everything that it meant to be saved
I was a guy raised in church …Even though I grew up in that type of home, I still had problems.
Before I became a Christian, I was like any other 14 year old teenager. I played sports, had friends, cussed some, was disrespectful at times…
Although I was young I began to realize that there was something missing in my heart.