I have grown up in a God loving and fearing family. Many times when I was a little girl I felt that God was far away. I was getting so sick of “having Christ being shoved down my throat” that I even told my mom that when I got older I would not be a Christian. My mom’s answer was that I could do what I wanted when I moved out but as long as I lived under her roof I would live by her rules. So as the years went on I started to focus more and more on God. Not because of what my mom or I had said, I had forgotten all about my little outbursts. I started to focus more on Him because I needed Him. I still do. In my early childhood all I ever really remember was a non stop asking if Jesus would come into my life. I kept thinking that there was an expiration date on Jesus’s promise. It wasn’t until I was about 10 that I understood that there was no expiration date to Jesus’ salvation. I have been feeling the need to get to know him better lately because I am starting to feel lost. But I know that He will be there for me. He always is.
