Posts with the category “mysalvationstory”
I Don't Know Who That Old Me Is Anymore
by Karen Stamps on March 4th, 2021
I remember starting the pattern of lying as a teenager. Probably younger. Lying to make things more exciting. Lying to hide problems. Lying to keep relationships. It was exhausting! I was constantly hiding from the truth. The truth of who I actually was behind closed doors. Insecure, ashamed, and very lost. In the dark the enemy was able to lie to me as well. I listened. For 29 years.
A Jehovah's Witness Finds Jesus
by Karen Stamps on February 9th, 2021
I was a child so full of fear, anxiety, and deep sadness. No matter how many hours I went door to door preaching, no matter how many magazines I gave out, no matter what I did, I felt it was never enough, that no amount of my feeble efforts or works was ever enough for me to know I had God's favor and would be spared through Armageddon.
Priscilla Fletcher #mysalvationstory
by Jackie McDonald on November 17th, 2020
My name is Priscilla Fletcher and this is #mysalvationstory. When I was 8 years old, I started going to church with my best friend and her family. I would go with them every Sunday, and when I was 11 years old I went forward during an alter call and asked the Lord to come into my heart. If I'm honest, I really didn’t fully understand what I had just done, and I went about my life doing things kids...
Robin Scott #mysalvationstory
by Jackie McDonald on November 16th, 2020
My name is Robin Scott and this is #mysalvationstory.My family is Louisiana Creole which means I grew up going to a Catholic church. I always felt there was more to God than what I experienced each Sunday. I wanted to know Him in a deeper way. In high school, I became less interested in going to the church I was accustomed to. One day during my senior year of high school my boyfriend at the time (...
Dan Worrell #mysalvationstory
by Jackie McDonald on November 11th, 2020
My name is Dan Worrell and this is #mysalvationstory. I was raised going to church with my parents and siblings and started learning Bible stories at an early age. When I was in the 3rd grade, my heart and mind began looking at Jesus differently. I asked my parents questions like "What happens to us when we die?" "What does it mean that Jesus died for me?" "What is sin?" One evening my mom and dad...