That I have to be scared of God. He’s not scary at all, he’s like a father, and he’s close. He’s not high up there, looking down on us and judging us, He wants us near, He wants us to still come and sit on His lap, like a child, no matter our age. He forgives, he gives, he shares, he creates and he helps, if only we ask for it. He’s not as strict as a lot of people think he is. I actually think he has quite a sense of humour, and He’s a joyous God, laughing and playing as well as holding you when you’re hurt. I can go on and on and on... but you get the idea.
What’s been the biggest lie you’ve believed was true?