When I was fifteen years old, I married the boy that I had fallen in love with when I was just thirteen. Gerald was the only boy I ever truly loved, and after we married, we had to leave our little ghost town of Jacinto and move to Kenosha, Wisconsin, to make a living. I had never been more than twenty-five miles from home until then. My parents raised me in the Methodist religion, but after moving to Kenosha, I quit church completely and went deep into sin. The nightlife in the juke joints really got a hold of me, and I was lured into a life I never thought I'd live. I found out that that kind of life only leads to despair and heartbreak, and I began to wonder if God was real. Would He help a poor sinner like me? What life had in store for me proved that God is real and that He gave his only son, Jesus, so that I could have everlasting life. On my journey to find this truth, I've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly in religion. I've seen false prophets, cults, and self-loving preachers. Come walk with me on my journey. I think in the end, you will have to agree with an old Baptist preacher who once said, I do believe that old gal is real for God!
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