The Best-Worst Night of My Life
In my sixth grade year I was at a public library wandering around to the check out when I saw a book that caught my attention. If I had known that, that book would keep me up more than half the night crying and praying, I never would have checked it out. Part of the way into that book I dropped it in horror, feeling like I was coated with evil and the book was leaking it everywhere. I ran into the office but it wasn't far enough away. So I moved downstairs into the game room crying and praying that the Lord would banish those terrible things I had read from my mind.
I would guess that was the start of my salvation, for I got baptized soon after. When I came up out of the water I felt the most exhilarating freedom. Since then I have learned a good deal about the Lord and love Him more than ever.
J.K. | Back to List
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