Growing up I was raised mostly in a Christian/Non-denominational environment.  My parents jumped from church to church and my mother even converted to Atheism at one time.  My grandmothers took me with them to Catholic, Methodist, and Lutheran churches.  With all that bouncing around to different churches and religions, it’s no wonder I had no solid foundation of God in my life.  I thought I had accepted Christ as my personal savior many times when I was younger.  But I had a hard time accepting that my sins were forgiven.  I knew I would continue to sin and I was afraid of making God mad at me. So, I kept my distance, from him.  I guess I thought that if I was a good person, I would still go to heaven.