One night at my second grade, I was left alone with my father in our room. He was ironing all the clothes that needs to be ironed while I fold the rest. Out of the blue, he commanded me to open our family Bible to a certain verse. I read the verse aloud. After explaining to me all the spiritual stuff I needed to know, he led me to a sinner's prayer. At first, I was hesitant to do so due to my immaturity, despite the fact that I already heard all the fundamental doctrines in the church. But there was a strong urge in me to follow the sinner's prayer. So I did. As we were praying, I was shievering under a very thick comforter inside a room that has no air conditioner (I mean like, we have but he turned it off for a while). I don't understand such a feeling. It was so strange to me.
The prayer ended while I was sobbing so much. I can't explain what I was really feeling. I drank 2 glasses of water and tried to calm myself, but it's useless. I was still shievering. After some time, I managed to sleep. I woke up as a new person.
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A WALK WITH GOD
Non-FictionLife is full of miracles. Be one. I am one. Enjoy reading, folks! (A/N: This is based on a true story. Please don't judge. The original real-life character will be revealed in the end. Please look forward.)
