I didn't grow up in a Christian home, but we grew up going to church. I vividly remember the year that my brother and I got a children's Bible in our Easter baskets. It was a yellow book. I know I read it because I remember the story of Jericho where the walls came tumbling down.
It's so cool how even though my parents weren't Christians they still took Matt and I (usually unwillingly) to church and got us Bibles. Thanks God for shaping me to believe in you long before I would truly understand you and accept you as Lord in my life!
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