Every time you hear the preacher talk about sins that you have committed in the past, your shoulder slumps and you wish you never did that.

“Lord, forgive me please.” You cry

How could I have been so …

With hands gripping the seat we sat on, knees quaking and knocking together we poured our hearts in prayer. The Pastor had just finished ministering on a message “My First Love”, my ear perked up as I heard the title; …