Every night before my sister and I went to bed, we would go into my sister’s room. I would sit up on the bed with her, my dad and mom would kneel by the bed and we would take turns praying. We did this every night. One night, I decided to kneel beside my mom and dad instead of sit on the bed with my sister. When it came to my turn to pray, I asked Jesus to come into my heart and wanted to spend eternity with Him. I was so young, but the memory is so clear. Ever since then, I have strived to serve Him. Even with all of my shortcomings and being born a sinner, I know my purpose on this earth is to further His kingdom.
I was four years old when I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. It’s special to me not only for the obvious reasons, but because it was so simple. I used to think that by not having an extravagant conversion story was embarrassing, but the more I thought about it and told it, the more I’ve come to love the simplicity.