Jesus Jacinto and Granny's Bottom

When I was fifteen years old I married the boy that I had fallen in love with when I was just thirteen. Gerald was the only boy I ever truly loved and after we married we had to leave our little ghost town of Jacinto and move to Kenosha Wisconsin to make a living. I had never been more than twenty-five miles from home until then. My parents raised me in the Methodist religion but after moving to Kenosha I quit church completely and went deep into sin. The nightlife in the juke joints really got a hold of me and I was lured into a life I never thought I'd live. I found out that that kind of life only leads to despair and heartbreak and I began to wonder if God was real. Would He help a poor sinner like me? What life had in store for me proved that God is real and that He gave his only son Jesus so that I could have everlasting life. On my journey to find this truth I've seen the good the bad and the ugly in religion. I've seen false prophets cults and self-loving preachers. Come walk with me on my journey. I think in the end you will have to agree with an old Baptist preacher who once said I do believe that old gal is real for God!