I accepted Jesus into my heart when I was 8 years old. I dont remember if anything had occured in my life that made me want to, but I never doubted the choice I had made.

About 2 years ago, when I was 13, I was in a car accident that changed my whole life. I was on a church trip with 9 other girls and we were on an interstate at like 9:00 at night. During the course of switching lanes we hit another car and by trying to correct it we ended up flipping the car multiple times. I wasn’t buckled up and was thrown from the car. I was in a coma for the first two weeks while in the hosiptal. I sustained a brain injury, lost sight in my left eye as well as the feeling in the left side of my face and my sense of smell. For the longest time after all of that, I was angry with God. I didnt understand why He had chosen me to go through all the pain that I still deal with to this day. After going on church trips and having people pray for me and some prayer for myself, God began to soften my heart. I never understood what I was supposed to do with this story of mine until a resent mission trip where I got to share the story for the first time. And for the first time since the accident I understood why my life was spared.