Thank you for coming to read my story and I pray that you continue reading my blog and see my journey to be coming a Christian. I always thought and been told that I should write a book about my life. It was never easy from the start. I was born a Catholic and not that I do not like nor respect Catholics, but, it didn't work for me. I always knew of God and Jesus but growing up I didn't understand what it meant to have Jesus in your heart, your life and in everything you do. I didn't understand how blessings work and what it meant to have the Lord's Grace. I had so many trying times that often I had blamed God for not loving me. I did not understand what it truly meant to have faith. It wasn't until I moved into my cousins home (I say home because that is what it is. A home, a house filled with love, light and faith. A safe place, a safe haven.), and saw how having faith, religion and Jesus in your life, family and heart really was like. Before I get in to that part of my journey I want to go back from the earliest memories I had as a child.
