I accepted Christ at age 14. I remember cleaning my room one day. I found a Bible under my bed. Loving the art of decorating, I thought that Bible would look cool with some flowers on my night stand. I placed that Bible on the table. I stood back to admire my decorating and heard a voice within me. "Pick it up. Pick it up...read it." "Read it." The voice was quiet and but I did hear it. I picked it up, and I did read that Bible. I couldn't ignore a love I felt when I read it. A love that remained even when I wasn't perfect. A love that remained constant. That love filled a void in my life. It was like eating a meal after starving. I wanted that love, and I couldn't get enough......
