A good horse trainer will tell you that it’s not necessary to fully break a horse. You need only to break it enough to be able to train it. For me to learn the ways of God, I had to become broken enough for Him to mold me and train me. I wasn’t wild like a mustang; I was stubborn like a mule.
I was raised in a Christian home, homeschooled, and well protected from the world. Church was the priority of our lives—if the doors were open, we were there. As a child, I memorized the Bible. By the time I was 10, I probably knew more Scripture than some preachers. It seemed the more Bible I knew, the more respect I earned. I’d grin when people predicted I’d be a preacher some day. I was that kid—the one everyone in the church expected great things from. I loved the attention.
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