I was eight and at Do Re Mi Gospel Music Academy when I realized I was lost. I started crying, and Chasney Butcher came over and asked me about it. I told her I was lost, and I laid my head in her lap. I thought she would tell my family, so I didn’t. She didn’t either.
My Daddy found out about two and one-half years later when we were going to shake hands at Lafayette Missionary Baptist Church. He told me that I didn’t need to shake hands unless I was saved, and he asked if I was. I told him I wasn’t, so he asked if I was lost. I said yes. He started crying and hugged me. He never told anyone either. I stopped shaking hands, but started going to the bathroom every time everyone else went to shake hands.
About a month later, I went to Brattontown’s revival with Myra Mcclard. My great aunt asked me if I was lost, and I told her yes. That’s when everyone found out. That was the first time I had actually prayed about it.
I started praying all the time, and a couple of weeks later, on Wednesday night, during my church’s revival, I went and sat on the front row with Casey Kemp White. I was fine until Bro. Ricky got done preaching. I knew exactly where he was heading as soon as he stepped off the pulpit. I started bawling, and he just patted my shoulders and left. My knees were shaking badly. I needed to sit down and pray, but I didn’t want to because everyone would come and talk to me. My knees finally gave out, and I fell to my seat. I started praying, but then stopped for a while. When I started praying again, all I had to say was “Dear Lord, please please please” and he saved my soul! 🙂 I’m SO thankful for my salvation, and I’m thankful to know that he has saved most of my family and friends! ♥ I love ya’ll! 🙂
