At the age of five, I knelt next to my bed with my mother beside me and asked Jesus to come into my heart. More than anything else, I knew I was deathly afraid of going to hell. However, throughout middle school, junior high, and high school, I had no heart transformation.
I was dragged to Sunday school and church every time the doors were open, but I had no desire to develop my relationship with God. I was not living a Christ-like life, so a lot of my pain and suffering leading up to my stroke was self-inflicted.
As painful as those trying seasons in my life were, I feel I have learned and grown from the experiences. I no longer practice those habitual sins, taking advantage of God’s undeserved grace. “No one who is born of God practices sin, because His seed abides in him; and he cannot sin, because he is born of God” (1 John 3:9).
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