I spent the first sixteen years of my life trying to fill the void in my heart. During those years I sought all I could to feel alive and free. I never succeeded. I was invited to a church when I was in high school by a good friend of mine and after a few months of listening to the pastor speak I realized that he offered what I needed: mercy. I never knew until that moment how desperately I needed God. How it had progressed from desire and want to a true need for Jesus. I prayed that night, maybe for the first real time ever and I felt the presence of a living, vibrant God. I grew up in a house where my parents were divorced and we struggled to make ends meet. I was not the popular kid, or the good looking kid but God didn’t care about any of that. He loved me anyway, more than that He offered me His mercy and forgiveness. I knew that night in October of 1996 that my life would be forever different. I was immediately struck with a desire to help others find the truth I had struggled so much to discover. I was frantic with need.