I grew up in a pretty dis-functional family. God, religion and the church weren’t a part of it. Although this lady from Catholic church used to come to our house all the time and ask my mother to allow us to come to church, she would never agree to it. When I was four years old, something happened that changed my life forever- my father left us. After that, my whole life, I searched for my father or a father figure. And then one day, I was sitting in a Baptist church in Kansas and something came over me that told me to accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior. So, that day I did, and shortly after I did, I realized I found My Father, my real father. I started to go to church, started to read my Bible to develop a closer relationship with my Father. He’s my Father and my Friend. I think I have a close relationship with Him because He’s there when I’m severely depressed. And He helps me by pulling me out of that depression, letting me know that I have a lot of things in my life that do make me happy. We also have a silly relationship. When I ask Him for things like, “Father, please let the vacuum work,” or “Please let the computer work,” He does. And when I need Him, My Father’s there to hold me.

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