I was raised in a “church attending” home where there was no real emphasis on Scripture. I was very wild through High School and then joined the U.S. Navy
My parents were hospitalized frequently, and money was tight. At 13, when my dad died, I was angry with God and rejected most of what I’d learned about Him through
I have always believed there was a God, but I never went to church on a regular basis, and I didn’t think about spiritual things very often.
I was twelve years old when I was saved and began my life as a Christian.
Before I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and savior, my life was – chaotic and directionless, sinful.
My family life was dysfunctional. My father was an alcoholic; my parents’ divorced. We moved a lot…
God showed me who I was and where I stood. I collapsed weeping to the floor in despair.
My life began with chaos. An abusive, alcoholic father and constant fights between my parents.
I kept hearing this Good News and that God loves me so much He sent His son Jesus Christ to die… for my sins!
God got through and it finally clicked that Christianity was about a real, living relationship with Him, and not a bunch of dos and don’ts.