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.
One guy says to me, “You know, Jesus wants to have a personal relationship with you.”
A voice within told me I needed to get to the one town away and the voice was so strong...