I had a really hard time seeing the loving side of God...
I was diagnosed with tourette's at age nine. Kids definitely noticed that. I got bullied all the time, I got death threats in my locker for being different. I really felt lost and I didn't know why this was happening to me.
It was my third and last attempt at suicide. I had written out a note, I had everything in place, I was ready to end it.
It wasn't until my mom stepped in and really exemplified what Christ really was, how He loved me, and that I had a purpose, and that purpose was to live for Him.
We had a flood in 2016 where I was helping basically muck out a house, that was right across the street from us. We thank goodness did not get flooded, but our neighbors did. And a few houses down were a bunch of people just loving on this family. I didn't know who they were, but I knew they were from a church. And I knew that they had a solid foundation, and I knew that was through Christ.
I remember my first house church experience. One of the families was actually having a crisis, and everyone in the room just stood up and surrounded them, and they prayed over them, and I remember thinking "wow, this is love."
I said I wasn't gonna cry but I'm gonna cry now... Um, I just knew that these were the people that I wanted to be associated with If, they could love so deeply, then so could I, and I could be a part of that.