As a little girl, I grew up in church with a Christian home to boot. I was surrounded by people who loved me and loved God. When I was in AWANA, I came to understand that I was a sinner. At the tender age of four, I realized I had issues with the way I acted. I was wrong in doing certain things and doing other things for wrong reasons.
I grew up knowing that sin separated us from God, and that Jesus died for us to be able to be made right with Him. But for some reason, it never really occurred to me that God loved me. God loved me. And so I went on, for some reason, deciding that if I punished myself for the wrongdoing that I'd at least be a