In 1994 I was ten years old, very hard headed and extremely stubborn. The picture to the left shows me smiling, rare thing in those days, =). My mother told me that when I was born my pastor knew that I was stubborn and gave my parents a book about The Stubborn Child. I remember evangelist would come to our church and try to pray with me and I would out right tell them "Leave me alone, I don't want to!" (Can you see what kind of a little girl I was? lol)
February 13th was a Sunday night in 1994 and we were in a children's revival with a missionary by the name of Richardson. I remember stubbornly staying in my seat when the kids were asked to come to the front to pray. Somehow God got through in my little head and I decided to pray too, in my sit that is. At one point I went down to the front and raised my little hands and received the Holy Ghost. I vividly remember the feeling to this day. I told my dad minutes after that I felt like I was floating on a cloud. Nothing comes close this feeling, knowing that your life has been changed forever. All the weight that my little heart was carrying was gone.
I was so fortunate to be brought up, surrounded by the grace of God and knowing the truth. I have never left God and never had a desire to. No matter how intresting people made life outside of living for God, I always knew better. I often ask myself why He would keep me. Why, after so many young people that I grew up with left the church and are living lives that are a complete mess.
"Thanks" seems so insignificant, yet the only thing I can come up with.
From my heart, thank you, Lord.
UPDATED: My sister posted almost the same time I did. Guess what she posted about? Look here. LOL!