Who just wants to be twenty-three and celibate? I’ll wait! Not me! Those were my exact thoughts. I was fine right where I was. At least I thought. I was living the dream of an average young women in her twenties. I completed high school, moved out of my mother house, had a decent paying job, my own car, the boyfriend of my choice, I mean I was pretty, lit., right? Oh my, I was so wrong. Up until April of 2014 I had pretty much ran my own life. I mean yes, I was saved but I had no real relationship with Christ. Yes, I prayed; I went to church; I took communion; I had been baptized and all that good stuff but honestly none of that mattered because I had no clue what all of it meant. I was acting out of religion and not relationship.