I would always break down and cry to my Lord Jesus asking him why why why.
I finally said to him, "Pastor, prove to me that God exists, and I'll believe."
The doctor was called, and he could not explain what happened.
My earliest memories are of nightmares. As a young boy living in Oklahoma, I seemed to have a pretty good life. My mother and father worked, and I grew up in daycare. I had three half-brothers and a half sister …
I instantly knew something has changed.