I grew up attending church mainly with my grandparents until my grandma passed away when I was 16. I was so angry with God that I stopped attending and turned my back on Him for 10 years. Thankfully, He remained patient with me. During the darkest time of my life, He shined His light into my heart and cradled me in His gentle embrace of grace. I gave Him my heart. I’ve had times of shaky faith since then, but God remains constant, staying faithful to His promises. And I’m so thankful. I realized how important those planted seeds in my youth would some day grow and bloom. Because of my grandma’s guiding hand, I teach Sunday school like she did.