God-Everlasting Father

  When I first gave my life to the Lord, I had absolutely no idea what to expect. I was twenty years old, with no religious background other than a handful of Catholic masses I attended with my paternal grandparents. My dad left when I was two and a half, and I had experienced a lot of heartache for such a young girl. By the time I had entered into my teenage years, I had given up on God. I couldn’t understand, if there was a God, why He would allow so much pain in my life. This led me …