I remember being in elementary and feeling empty and wondering who LOVES me?
As a child I was sexually abused and thought that no one could love me. I was trash.
Prior to coming to Christ I was militant, anger and a ticking time bomb. I grew up North Saint Louis where I was first introduced to Islam.
I grew up in a Christian household so I have known about Christ all of my life.
I finally felt like I couldn’t go on any more. I had to confess my sin and decide if I REALLY wanted Christ.
For years I was raised in a Christian home and taught about God, and even though I was saved, I had no real passion for Him.
I was the middle child, an average girl who received the most attention, for making trouble.
I was so alone. I tried to act like I knew what I was doing, like I was having fun and was in control, but in truth I was lost and confused.
From my earliest days, I learned that God loves me, Jesus died for my sin, He was raised from the dead, and wants me to spend eternity with Him in heaven.
I went to church off and on as a child but always lived in a Christian home.