As far back as I can remember, I had a very happy childhood with my parents and friends. My parents were a very strong influence in my life. They both loved the Lord.
As a young girl, I attended several different churches off and on. One summer when I was eight years old, I attended a neighborhood Bible club with my girlfriend. The teacher pressured us into praying a prayer, but I really did not understand at that time what it meant to be saved or to have a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.
Share this Post Thinking that now everything was OK, I went on living my life, doing what I wanted to do. I later married and moved to Pennsylvania. There I started attending the Lehigh Valley Baptist Church. As I listened to the preaching and learned more about God’s Word, I realized two important things. Second, I learned that if you … Read More
When I was sixteen I was considered a “good girl.” I had attended the Presbyterian Church from the time I could walk; I was baptized as an infant, I was an active church member, I obeyed my parents and did well in school. And, just to make sure—I made a profession of faith in Jesus Christ. I viewed it as an insurance policy just in case “being good” wasn’t enough.
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