My parents found the local churches when I was 14 months old. For the first time they felt as though they were home. All the people here took care of us and treated us as family.
I was saved when I was about three years old. I just remember feeling so free and happy.
About eight years passed and my heart started to become hard toward the Lord. During the next three and a half years the Lord took me through a lot of trials and test. The Lord allowed these situations to re-soften my heart. Finally, He caused me to realize that I can do nothing on my own and that I need Him for everything in my life. My final turn was during a church conference. I don’t know how to explain it, but all of a sudden it dawned on me that I needed to just hand the Lord Jesus my whole being, my life. I felt as though a great wind of peace and satisfaction blew over my whole being. I just wanted to shout, “Praise the Lord. I’m free in Him.”
Well, it’s been fifteen years since my family and I came to the local church and I am now 16 years old. I am so thankful that the Lord brought me here. Praise the Lord, for such a King of kings!