Climbing out of the pit
As a child, the youngest memories I have are sad. When I was seven years old, I went to live with my father so that I could go to a better school. But it wasn’t all good news. My stepmother mistreated me. She dealt with me differently, compared to my brother, her biological son.
Baptism with the Holy Spirit, Christmas, God, Holy Spirit, I was empty, Jesus, Lord, low self-esteem,