I just want to tell of the story of my first prayer. It was I think 3 days till Christmas, it was when we had an ice storm and I had been afraid of the dark so I was getting sick so I had to sleep in front of the heater so I can see the light. Two hours before Christmas day I sat in my room b/c we found a flashlight I could use and my family still up I prayed a prayer asking God to let the lights come back on and when I finished the prayer a few seconds later the lights came back on and all I could here is my mom yelling thank you Jesus! From then on I have prayed ever since. that night showed me that God thinks of me out of all people he could be thinking of.

-- Edited by Bo Daddy at 22:25, 2005-12-08

-- Edited by Nakota at 16:12, 2005-12-09