Teresa Cecil
I had a wonderful life as a child. My mother was a Christian and my dad was not. We did not have a lot when I was growing up, but we did have love. I always knew my parents loved me. In my early childhood years my mother did not attend church with me. I would go with my grandpa. We went to Sunday School and worship most every Sunday. I loved going to church and learning about Jesus.
I had a very godly Sunday School teacher whom I loved, and I would sit with her each Sunday during the worship service. When I was around 9 and 10 years old during the invitation time, she would tell me how much Jesus loved me and how He gave His life for me, how He was resurrected and is living today. Each year as I got older, I knew Jesus loved me and I came to the realization that I was a sinner. At age 13, I invited Jesus to come into my heart to be the Lord of my life.
Since inviting Jesus into my heart, I wish I could say that I have always lived my life for Him. That has not always been the case. I can say that everytime I have wondered away from my faith, He has faithfully brought me back. Sometimes it has been through very difficult situations, but He has always been faithful. Today it is my desire to bring honor and glory to His name. I know I have a ways to go, but my desire is to put Jesus first and foremost in my life. I cannot make it through a day without Him.
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