When I was around 4 years old, I got saved. That means I accepted Christ as my lord and Savior.
How it happened was, my family went to a revival and we sat in the back. I sat on the end near the aisle. I listened to the sermon and at the end of it, we were to stand up because the preacher was asking people to go to the alter to pray.
While I was watching the people go down there, the back door opened and a man came and stood by me. When I looked up at his face, I immediately knew he was Jesus.
He told me I was special and I was going to have a job to do for him.
He asked me if I wanted to help him and I shook my head “yes”.
He told me to go down with the other people and that he was going to live in my heart.
Jesus took my hand in his and walked with me down to the front. He told me how to pray while I knelt down.
When I finished the prayer, I felt tingly all over my body and felt very happy. I turned around to say something to him and he was gone.
Before he took me down to the altar, he told me I was chosen before I was in my mommy’s tummy.
After that new birth, he appeared to me many more times. While I was playing with my dolls or out in the sand, he would play in the sand and with my dolls and toys too.
He told me a lot of stories and told me things that I need to tell my friends.
Sometimes I had pretend church with my friends and told them about Jesus.
He’s my beloved one. And he’s been with me for 64 years.