I found Jesus when I was ten. A cousin, I will call her K, gave me a magazine called Between. It is a Christian magazine aimed for tweens. So I was reading along,( I love to read!) when I came across a paragraph, with another paragraph beneath it. I read the second paragraph first.
Congrats, you are a Chri-
I immediately slap my hand over it. That's not for me, so I can't read it. I'm not a Christian, so I cant read that.
I read the first paragraph, and ask Jesus in my heart. Then, I read the last paragraph.
Later, I loose one tooth, the next night, another, and the third night, the last tooth for a while. Ever since that last night, I've always believed that that was God saying I'm glad you've decided to follow My Son. I'm glad, too.
