Category: Dee Henderson

Dee Henderson

I loved the fact there was a God who had made me, who had created everything around me. Jesus made sense to me. He’s real. He’s personal.”“He likes you,” Bishop remarked gently.“Exactly…I wasn’t smarted than He was. I adored Jesus for that fact. Every question I had, Jesus knew how to answer. That was such a relief. Not that He would always answer, but I knew I could search for an answer and find one, and it often felt like God was helping me go the right direction with my search.”“I’d bump into something cool God had made, and I’d promptly tell Him all about what I’d found and bombard Him with questions about it.