All of my childhood years from 8 years old and beyond, I constantly sought out unhealthy choices to fulfill my loneliness, my lack of confidence
My family rarely attended church when I was growing up, and we certainly never had spiritual talks at home. I was PERFECTLY fine with that.
When I realized that Jesus bore my sin on the cross and died for me, I began to realize that there was hope in Christ.
I was raised in a Christian home, in fact a pastor’s home, and so I was taught and understood what the Bible said about sin and the need for forgiveness.
I went to Sunday school every week but I didn’t understand what they were talking about.