If you think back to when you got saved and was praying you kept thinking I am sorry Jesus, forgive me Jesus, I give myself to you, come into my heart. Everyone surrenders to Jesus whether they admit it or not.
I just wanted to believe. Knew I had screwed up my life and I could not straighten it out if I stopped eating bacon.
Seriously... I was painfully casual about it. No preaching. Just knew I was a sinner.
I was not expecting anything to change me. Just wanted to believe.
Then I got turned on my head ...and wondered what mysterious thing was holding on to me.
At the time I thought maybe some of the drugs I tried came back to haunt me.... But drugs do not give you insight and truths
that you know are coming from a mind more intelligent than your own.
So, I rationalized that I had become psychic.. because I had zero knowledge concerning regeneration.
Later was when it was disclosed what had taken place. Ten years later. Then my mind was peacefully boggled.