I’ve scattered bits of my story all over my blogs, but I’m gonna pull it all together here, about how I became a believer and some things I’ve gone through and how my faith has been affected. (I’ll include links to posts where I explain things more fully.)
Starting the journey: I became a believer when I was eleven years old. (I am now getting close to 50. I don't know how that happened.) At a Christian camp, on one of the last nights, they gave an altar call. I wanted to go up but was nervous about standing up in front of everyone. But being more nervous about the window of opportunity closing, I felt myself stand up and walk to the front. I knew exactly what I was doing, that I was making a commitment for life. And I meant it. I really meant it. I knelt down, asked Jesus into my heart, and have never turned back. It hasn’t been an easy, carefree journey (as you’ll see), but I haven’t turned back (though I did contemplate it and kinda briefly wished I could've, during one terrible summer).
