I remember all too well the day I got saved. It was in a room. And I was alone. I was reading my Bible and all of a sudden, it hit me. I AM A SINNER. I understood then that I had not merely been “naughty” or “misguided” in my ways, I was utterly foolish and condemned. I saw the wretchedness that lay in every sodden layer of intricate me. But I saw the hope that lay in belief. I had heard the gospel over and again, I was the “church girl” yet it didn’t make sense to me. But that day it did. It hit me with the force of a thousand ton bricks.

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