My Little story of how i started growing in Gods love: As the sun burned low on the horizon and stars began to twinkle in their
resplendence a thought flashed into my mind. Who is controlling all of
this? This practiced enigma called sunset, the crash and roll of the
waves as they carried life and salt towards the shore, the sweep of the
tornado as it leveled all that stood in its way...... The answer was
still,as it was sure.........God.
As a youngster I grew up with the knowledge that there was One greater
than I and that He held my destiny in the palm of His hands. I accepted
it, as a child would and shrugged it off with carelessness that showed
negligence rather than trust. For of what mind was it to me that I was
so inadequate that another had to die in my stead? It all amounted to
naught in my head, I had better things to worry about like, the lack of
things to worry about. But growing up, all my careless beliefs were put
to the test.
As an adolescent I struggled with the knowledge that I was less than
perfect, the fact that someone had to die for my sins was overwhelming
and intimidating. Swamped with my own pagan glory I rebelled. I
rebelled against everything I knew elementally, I guess I needed it to
be proven to me. But rather than search for answers to the turmoil that
raged inside of me, I slunk of into to darkness and allowed it to poison
me.
