This post made me happy. The first time I remember feeling God's presence all by myself was in first grade. My mother told me to go play outside. For some reason, I felt compelled to stand under the dogwood tree in the front yard and make up a song to sing to Jesus. I went to church. I knew what He had done for all of us. It seemed like I should tell Him I loved Him. I don't remember the song, and I'm sure it was not musically excellent, but I do remember that for my first voluntary prayer, I felt something amazing. It was so precious that it created a desire for more. As an adult, I've come to feel indescribable joy when someone else finds the same thing. This post made me happy.
This post made me happy. The first time I remember feeling God's presence all by myself was in first grade. My mother told me to go play outside. For some reason, I felt compelled to stand under the dogwood tree in the front yard and make up a song to sing to Jesus. I went to church. I knew what He had done for all of us. It seemed like I should tell Him I loved Him. I don't remember the song, and I'm sure it was not musically excellent, but I do remember that for my first voluntary prayer, I felt something amazing. It was so precious that it created a desire for more. As an adult, I've come to feel indescribable joy when someone else finds the same thing. This post made me happy.