The first time God ever spoke to me is my earliest memory from childhood. We were at church in the back room because my mother was still nursing my younger sister. I was three, perhaps four. I remember our pastor talking about Jesus; how he died for our sins so that we could have a personal relationship with God, and he was inviting those who had not accepted Jesus as their Savior to pray with him. And I heard God say to me, “this is how you Know Me.” I cannot remember specifically hearing His voice before, but as a child I knew His voice; without any questions, without any doubt I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart that day, and I thought it the most natural thing in the world.
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