Advocate – I Have One, Do You?
Because my parents either sent me or took me to church I learned that I needed an advocate. It was explained I was not acceptable to God and was in need of a savior. At the end of my life, I would stand before the judgment seat of God and would not be accepted just because I tried to be a good girl. I could never be good enough. I needed more than I could find in myself. Everyone Needs…