I was born into a family that believes in God, and I grew up going to church with my family. When I was three years old, my sister told me that I had to believe that Jesus was God’s son and choose to live like he wanted me to or after I died I would go to “a really bad place.” I told her I believed it, and I prayed and told God. I continued going to church and learning about all of the stories in the Bible. When I was about nine or ten, I decided I wanted to tell the world that I had become a Christian.
As I grew older I learned that it wasn’t up to me to be perfect. God knew I couldn’t live perfectly, so he sent Jesus on my behalf. Jesus lived a perfect life, and then he sacrificed himself—to pay the price for my imperfection. But because he’s God’s son and has power, he overcame death and rose back to life. All I had to do was believe that was true, and God would forgive my imperfection, and allow me to have a relationship with him.
My relationship with Him makes life worth living. When my world fell apart, God held me in one piece. He is everything I need to stay in one piece. Life is often incredibly painful and disappointing; my relationship with God brings ultimate healing and fulfillment that last forever. What else do I need?