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.

I grew up in church but lost interest during college. After a rough breakup and losing my job, I felt like life had no meaning. A friend invited me to a Bible study, and that’s when I finally understood God’s grace. That night, I prayed and gave my life to Jesus.

When I was a teenager, I wrestled with questions like, “Who am I? Why am I here? Where am I going?” I tried religion, attending church, and even studying it, but none of it gave me the answers I asked for. What changed everything was meeting Christians who had a peace and joy that didn’t depend on circumstances. That made me curious, so I started reading the Bible and asking hard questions. In the end, I accepted Christ—not because every doubt went away but because I found enough truth and experienced a real change in my heart.