I battled drug addiction for years, and my mom never stopped praying for me. One night, I was desperate and asked God to show me if He was real. The next day, a stranger handed me a Bible and told me Jesus loved me. That was the turning point.

When I was a teenager, I wrestled with questions like, "Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?"

I served in the military and saw things I couldn’t forget. I carried guilt and anger for decades. At a veterans’ retreat, a member of the church explained that Jesus died for all my sins and could heal my heart. I believed, and for the first time, I felt true peace.