I was seven when I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior, I met Him at my mother’s knee.
We always went to church, after she died even the foster families I were in went to church, fortunately myself and siblings end up in the same foster family just before I turned 18. They were Spirit filled Bible believing.
Have I lived a Godly life, no, I am a sinner and always will be, I am only saved.
My spirit is willing my flesh is weak.
Me, too.