Ever hear an amazing testimony and go wow. But then, we might think we don’t have a testimony. But we all do-God has been faithful to us. I’d like to share a little of mine.

I was raised in a good home in Olmstead, KY, but I can’t always say I was good. I cried, sassed, and teased my brother with the best of them. As a small boy, I remember one time thinking it was a good idea to run out onto US Route 79 Clarksville Road and play. (It wasn’t.) But God was faithful to me.

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