When I was very young, my family took me to church each week. We went every week, but that was all we did.
After waking up many nights thinking the Lord had come back and I was left behind, I asked my dad to help me understand what I needed to do to follow Christ.
I was a church member, but being a church member doesn’t mean I really knew God. I didn’t have Christ in my heart.
Knowing that Jesus, my Savior, loved me more than His very life in that He actually died for my sins on a Roman cross, before I was even born is simply…amazing!
Before Christ I drank. I was all about getting the girls and parting.
Before I met Christ, my life was incomplete…
When I was thirteen and I became angry with God, I rebelled and became withdrawn.
When I was a little girl there were only visiting preachers come through our little town, maybe once a month.
Before I met the Lord, I thought I had it figured out, to live for worldly pleasure was my plan no doubt.