I grew up in a Christian home, and my parents always took me to church. I learned about God’s love and Jesus’ death on the cross, burial and resurection. I was very shy and always wanted my mother with me. She even had to teach each year in my Sunday School class.

When I was six years old, I came to realize that I was a sinner when I disobeyed my parents, lied, or was mean to my brothers and that Jesus died on the cross for my sin. I wanted to go down during the invitation at church that Sunday, but my mother thought I was too young. The next day, she took me to talk with our pastor. He asked me some questions and told my mother that he believed I did understand I needed God’s forgiveness for my sin. I prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me and come into my life as my Savior and Lord.

The next Sunday when I got to my Sunday School class, I told my mother that she didn’t need to come in with me because I had Jesus with me now! She was one of the teachers, but another teacher told her if I wanted to come in by myself for her to go. Ever since then Jesus has been with me. I still sin and have to ask God’s forgiveness. I have had many heartaches. problems and needs in my life; but Jesus has always been there to take them away or to carry me through them. I would not want to live one day without Jesus, and I know one day I will live forever with Him in heaven.