I did not grow up in a house that spent a whole lot of time worrying about spiritual issues. When I was young, my parents dropped my sisters and me off at church, we sat with my grandmother, then when church was over we would meet my parents at my grandparents house for Sunday dinner. The church we attended wasn’t all that big into kids. They put hangman worksheets and connect the dots in the bulletin in order for the children to be quiet during the service. ( totally contradictory to Scripture by the way ) When I was old enough to make my own decisions about going or not going to church, I chose to not go. Morality was a case by case decision. Needless to say, I made some poor choices. At 19 I ended up pregnant, and single. I kept my baby, best decision I ever made. I honestly believe that God allowed that pregnancy to make me grow up in a hurry and change the way I was living. I met my husband who was a strong Christian man, he introduced me to the Christ I grew up not knowing. I came to a saving knowledge of Him and the gratitude I feel to God for laying out a plan, to allow me to spend eternity in Heaven with Him is beyond words. Words can not express how thankful I am to Christ who died for my sins, long before I was even born. He was tortured, despised and rejected for something I was going to do. He did it willingly. For that I a forever thankful. In a nut shell I am thankful for the verses found in the Bible that clearly explain the plan of salvation. John 3:16, Ehpesians 2:8-9, John 14:6 just to name a few.