I had always thought that God knew me and that I was His child. But
one night when I was seven I learned something. I knew that Jesus
died on the cross for all our sins. But I didn't know Him.
That night, as my mom was reading me a Bible story, we started talking
about how God always was and always will be. Then she asked me if I
wanted to be saved. I understood it.
I asked Jesus to be my Lord and take my life and forgive me. My life
hasn't been the same since. I know God, personally and He knows me.
And I will get to see Him one day in heaven!