Jack Spratt Could Eat No Fat...

God is real

I grew up in a christian home. I went to church from the day I was born (not literally) and knew all the bible stories. I knew almost every sunday school answer and at one time even had all the books of the bible memorized. But, to me, God was not real. I never specifically thought "God is not real", but I never really believed in him. Or maybe I did. It's hard to tell. Maybe I believed that there was some all powerful God somewhere out in the universe. Created the world and then sat back and watched how things unfolded. Either way, I was wrong.

One night, when I was about six or seven years old, I was lying in bed, trying to sleep. I was terrified. I don't know why I was so scared, but everywhere I looked I saw shadows of monsters and even faces of people I knew. Imagination running wild maybe? I'm still not sure, but finally I remembered that you were supposed to be able to pray to God about stuff when you are scared. So, I prayed. And immediately, I'm not exaggerating when I say that, everything was better. My room was normal and I felt like I could breathe again. I went from scared stiff to completely calm in a second. Seriously. It felt like a blanket fell over me and nothing, nothing, could touch me. That was the first time I realized that maybe God wasn't sitting on the sidelines.