This is my story

Even if I feel like a disappointment to everyone around me, I find my peace in knowing my savior loves me Unconditionally and died for me.

When I was in high school I Would ride my 4-wheeler almost every afternoon. I never rode with a helmet. Except this one time I clearly remember digging my helmet, a big chin covering one, out of the closet and wearing it one particular day when I had decided to drive to an unfamiliar place and do doughnuts. I hit a bad patch of ground and was flung off the 4-wheeler. The back wheel had come down on my leg but it rolled off and i remember laying on the ground thinking my leg was broken. I reached and felt it and there wasn’t even a bruise the next day but the most uncanny thing was the deep gouges in the helmet from the rocks on the ground. That could have been my head. I could have broken my neck or been knocked out where I wouldn’t have been found for a long time. I fully believe God led me to wear the helmet day and I thank Him for keeping me safe that day

I was raised in two church settings. One very loving and accepting and one very strict and traditional. I believe my grandmother to be a mighty woman of God. She showed me how to love unconditionally as Christ had for us and the we should trust in him with all our, might, soul, mind, and heart. He says in the Bible those that believe in me and follow me will surly inherit the kingdom for God. I believe with all my heart it’s true. One day when he decides my labor on this earth is done I will be in a heavenly kingdom with Jesus and all my loved ones who beloved before me.