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…
When I became a teen, there was a day when I remember feeling that peace and assurance was not in my life.
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!