Growing up as a child, the importance of accepting Jesus as our Lord and Savior was always drilled into my head by my mom. My family went to church every Sunday and Wednesday night and I asked Jesus to come into my life when I was 4. My mom was diagnosed with breast cancer when…
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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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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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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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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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Prideful in myself, that’s what I was. I was striving to be the best at everything, including my church life. My family and I went to church every Sunday, but to me, I was just doing something with my family and trying to answer all the questions in church classes on Sunday mornings. As I…
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Ever since I was a kid, I was a perfectionist, whether that be in school, arts and crafts, or following the rules. Perfectionism ruled my life and caused me a lot of stress as I felt it a necessity to do everything perfectly. During my sophomore year of high school, I hit my first rough…
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I grew up in a loving and encouraging Christian family. We would go to church on Sundays and pray before dinner. Honesty, integrity, and kindness were instilled in me from the beginning. No doubt, my parents laid the foundation on which I would build my faith, and I am incredibly thankful for that. Who knows…
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Growing up, I lived in a Christian home and definitely considered myself a believer of God. I had good friends, but I didn’t have a Christian community with whom I could grow in my faith alongside. There were many struggles that I encountered throughout the years, whether it was the effects of my parents divorce,…
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I grew up in Christian home, where we went to church every Sunday. I enjoyed going to Sunday school and confirmation, but I never fully understood why I was going, I just knew I was supposed to be there. Once I entered high school, I went on several mission trips, and got my first glimpse…
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