I had always thought my behavior would dictate my standing with God. Good works vs sinful actions.
At first, I struggled to trust Him quite a bit but slowly over time I began to.
About 2 years ago at a low point, my grandmother sent me the bible.
I often questioned whether or not I truly belonged to Jesus.
Started doing self-harm because of what I saw on TikTok.
When we got to the end of service there was an alter call for prayer.
I figured hey, I was at the end of my rope, this was my one chance to find hope.