
I had the privilege of growing up in a godly, Christian home. At a very young age, I had a fear of standing before the Lord at the judgment seat. One night during a strong thunderstorm, I made a profession of faith. During my teen years, I retained that fear of judgment, and I could never seem to get an assurance of my salvation. I went to church three times a week, went to a Christian school where the Word of God was consistently taught, and had godly parents encouraging me on throughout the week. Although I was surrounded by all these blessings, I never studied the Word on my own.
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