I grew up in a family where God was mentioned only in a string of curse words. My father was in the military, and we moved from one base to another. From my earliest remembrances, for some reason, I really never felt secure or loved for who I was. I just felt different and wrong.…
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“I grew up in a Christian home” pretty cliche, right? Well, I did. I grew up in a Christian home, with parents who loved me very much, who raised me to be kind and hardworking, taught me about Jesus, and modeled what it is like to live for Him.I never lead a double life, and…
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Growing up, I never really went to church regularly, but was baptized as a baby. I knew who Jesus was and understood that Jesus died on the cross for our sins, but didn’t fully grasp the huge debt that was paid for us at the cross that allows us to have a relationship with God,…
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My story isn’t anything extraordinary; there’s no great loss, rebellious phase, or dramatic conversion moment, but sometimes God works in more subtle ways. It was through a lifetime of small moments and changes that I came to know and love the Lord. I grew up in a Christian home with parents who were both active…
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Unworthy. Unwanted. Uninvited. Unlovable. Insignificant. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not hard working enough. Not funny, confident, or outgoing enough. Not good enough, period. These are all things that I believed of myself before I fully embraced the love of Christ. Growing up, though I was surrounded by so many friends and family, I…
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My Aunt Cherry is the one who catalyzed my walk with Christ. During her long battle with brain cancer, she had me read her Bible verses whenever I came to visit, and she told me stories of how God had worked in her life. I will never forget what she gave me before she died:…
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Emancipation. The freeing of someone from slavery. My failures. My fears. My scars. My failure scarred me and made me a slave within my own body, life, and hope. They were as reliable as a bank shot, as painful as stitch, and as quick as a shot. When I slipped and screwed up, it was…
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I have always “believed” in Jesus and the words of the Bible, but my faith has not always been at the forefront of my life. I have always sought out approval from others, such as my parents, siblings, teachers, and friends. I always felt like I had to be the best at everything that I…
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I grew up as an only child with two loving, Christian parents. We would regularly attend church on Sundays, but afterwards I would go home, watch some football, and forget about everything I just heard. This was a routine I had gotten into from elementary school all the way through high school. At one point…
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My life before Christ revolved around my reputation and filling my brokenness with a false confidence in my image and the way others viewed me. I desired to be liked, and accepted in the environments in which I spent most of my time in. This led me to idolize earthly pursuits, ones that were not…
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