So, I kept praying but nothing happened. I prayed, I asked, and I did research.
I became born again 3 years ago. A man in the park came up to me and told me Jesus loves me. He prayed for me.
Sometimes I would get so mad I would put my Bible on the ground and stomp on it and kick it in the back seat of my Mom's van.
I now want to share what has happened since I have come closer to Christ, with a much deeper testing of my faith.
Recently I read somewhere about the need to tell even ' small testimonies ' as they may still be able to speak to someone, somewhere.
Here is what God brought to my mind that night after spending most of that evening in disappointment at my not hearing right!
I was disconnected from the world and was taken to a beautiful green garden.