Growing up in a religious family, I thought I am fairly okay with my relationship with God. Until one question bugged me — Who is God, really?
How come He seems to know me, but I don’t seem to know Him? There was no relationship at all.
My thirst for Him began. It was a spiritual thirst that cannot be quenched by rules, traditions, practices, or memorized prayers.
May 12, 2006 (Friday, Youth Service)
For the first time in my life, I cried with joyful tears singing; I felt my soul leaping and praising. And through the preaching, I felt God was directly talking to me — TO ME. That night, I accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. and I knew it was just the beginning. :)