I used to live in constant fear, but now I have joy and peace that I never thought was possible.
I grew up in a family that loved going to church. From as far back as I can recall, we went to church constantly. At least four times a week we were at the church building or involved in some sort of church function. It’s what we did. I remember thinking that it seemed like a lot, but that is what I knew and other people seemed to be enjoying it, too. I also remember seeing in my parents that it was much more than church attendance or simply participating in an organization. I would always see them reading their Bible, praying together and talking about God with others. They seemed to know Jesus was real and believed that the Bible was true. This led me to think that there must be more to God than just showing up to a service on Sundays.