Stories

I laid down on my face and thought about the dilemma of my baptism. Should I follow the Lord Jesus? Or should I follow my family? My mind was churning with thoughts while many of the girls around me were sound asleep. I knelt and prayed to God, “Lord, you see all of my struggles. If you want me to follow you , please, give me a clear answer tomorrow. Some people say that You don’t exist, but I don’t believe that. If you want me to follow you, please, send something tomorrow that will comfort me and make my happy again. If you do not answer my prayer, I will not become a Christian for the rest of my life.”

I thought “I am such a bad person, how can someone change me? My mother could not change me, my father could not change me. Who will be able to change me?”