My name is Summer and I am 17 years old. When I was 11 years old, I moved in with my aunt. I moved in with her because my mother was a drug addict. When I moved in with my aunt, I knew who God was, but I didn’t KNOW him. I didn’t have a special relationship with him. I remember when I was about 9 years old, I was in Kids church and our teacher asked us who hadn’t been saved and wanted to. I raised my hand, I didn’t know what being saved meant, but it sounded good. I wanted to go to Heaven and some of the other kids raised their hands, so I raised mine too. My teacher came over to me and I was super nervous all of a sudden. I’ve always been a shy kid so when all of the attention was on me, I automatically regretted raising my hand. I was saved that day, but I don’t think that I was truly, 100 percent saved until December 31st of 2015. I have always gone to church by myself, never with my family, and I thought that I knew who God was. I thought we had a great relationship until December 31st of 2015. I was at an ihop conference called Onething, and Daniel Kolenda, I think his name was, told anyone who needed prayer to come down to the front. I couldn’t stop myself. I just walked down to the front with the hundreds and hundreds of other people. I managed to somehow make it to the very front and the whole time I was shaky, I knew a miracle was about to happen. I felt a tap on my shoulder as I was in the middle of worshipping so I stepped out of the way, thinking someone was trying to get by. It was a young man around my age, 17, and he introduced himself and told me that God showed him a picture and he felt like he needed to tell me. He told me that he saw 2 pictures and in one of the pictures I was surrounded by little cats and dogs, you could tell I loved them and they loved me. He said in the other picture I was surrounded by a crowd of broken hearted people and as I was talking to them, their hearts were being healed. I told him thank you and went on with my worshipping. I was crying my eyes out because what I felt that night was incredible and I have NEVER felt anything like I did that night. I always questioned whether or not that Jesus loved me, and that night I knew that I was loved. I knew Jesus loved me and that all of my assumptions were wrong. I knew that Jesus was with me. I felt like he was hugging me, like he had his arms wrapped around me as I cried. I looked up to the sky and shouted hallelujah over and over again, because I knew that I had been saved, and that was the start of a beautiful relationship with my Heavenly Father. Later on that night, after we rung in the New year I was in the basement of the convention center worshipping with some other people. A woman came over to me and asked me if she could pray for me. I told her yes, of course, I mean what am I going to say to a woman that was sent to me by the Lord? She prayed for me for about 10 minutes and looked up at me with a huge grin. She told me that I could heal people. She told me I was powerful and that God was going to use me. I went home that night with so much joy. I couldn’t even sleep I was so pumped up. Jesus loves me! He loves me and I finally know it! It’s an amazing feeling to know that even though your biological parents don’t want you, that we always have our heavenly Father to love and care for us. Thank you, Jesus, for loving me.
