Chapter Fourteen

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God's not dead. He is truly alive. Working everywhere at every moment. Working on everyone. And I was one of those people.

My mom drug me to a youth rally at a Pentecostal church about 20 minutes away from where we lived. I didn't even know I was going to be there because she lied to me and said we were going out to eat with my grandma. Ironic?

That night I was mad at her. I didn't want to go. I didn't want to be there. I didn't clap. I didn't stand. Just sat there and did absolutely nothing.

But little did I know that there was someone there that would change my life.

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