I was raised in a Catholic home, and learned to pray when I was young. As I got older I got involved with psychics a little, calling up the infomercials and radio stations that featured them. I also got into other things that I shouldn't have been into.
One night my mistakes caught up with me. I didn't trust anyone enough to tell them what I had done, and I had in my head that the only one who could get me out of the self made pit was God.
I prayed to Him, asking Him to save me, promising Him that if He did I would never again do what I had done.
I started reading the Bible and talking to Him and I had this joy, this peace, this happiness that really words can't describe. I knew Jesus Christ was real-I had never been so happy before. Nothing had given me such joy.
I got out of psychics and other stuff I'd been into-my walk has in no wise been perfect. I have made so many mistakes. But I can testify that He has always been good, and always been faithful.
Thank you for letting me share.
