Sheila

I grew up the child of a preacher and as such, I was in church every time the doors opened. I remember being about 8 or 9 and going to revival at Moodyville Union Baptist Church where dad was pastor. All week I had heard the gospel from a fire and brimstone preacher and knew that I did not want to live in hell for eternity. When I felt Jesus dealing with me, my heart was pounding and my palms were sweating and I knew that I had to go to the alter. After I accepted Christ, my heart was changed. No longer did it pound when I heard the gospel because I had a peace that only comes from giving your heart to the Lord. I have failed Him many times but He has never failed me. He loved me when I thought I was not worthy to be loved. I pray that all my family come to know this love.