I grew up in New York. I attended an awesome church, Smithtown Gospel Tabernacle (“SGT”). I recall many things from that church. Sunday School, Pastor Bob and his awesome wife, Sue, their amazing kids, the youth group, my friends, and how can I ever forget…

the orange 

Chevy Vega 

that my mom would take us to church in. To top it off, she would pull right upfront.  

I was sooooo embarrassed!!

I thrived in that church. At five, I remember holding tightly to a picture of Jesus in Sunday School. I recall how much I felt loved by Him from hearing the teachings from my Sunday School teacher. 

Jesus loved me, this I knew! 

I loved Jesus with all my heart. I couldn’t wait for Sunday. I wanted to hear more about Jesus and get to know Him. Never knew love like that. I never said a sinners prayer, I just knew I let Jesus save me.

 Belief is all I needed.

I did not grow up in a Christian home. My mom sent us to VBS one summer. A friend of moms, in overeaters anonymous told her about it. I loved VBS so much I begged my mom and dad to let me go to that church.  

It was a place I felt loved, safe and most of all it was quiet!!

My house was a tad crazy!!

To hear more about Kym and her journey of losing her father when she was a teenager, immoral choices she made, and all the highs and lows scattered throughout, press on this link to listen to her share her story or go to her website to read it in full.