Growing up I went from one church to another with my mom, she was always seeking and wanting something; a place to call home I guess. I come from a background of trying out Islamic traditions also seeking a place of security and acceptance. It wasn't enough, nothing has ever really been enough even my salvation at one point, all I knew was that Im saved and what next. Is it that simple? It is, but what I didn't know was that I could lose my salvation because of my sinful nature, I believe in Jesus but I had little to no understand about the cost of my salvation. It sounds like a beautiful story of love and sacrifice but it's more than just a story, it never ended...
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