I had always thought that God knew me and that I was His child. But 
one night when I was seven I learned something. I knew that Jesus 
died on the cross for all our sins. But I didn't know Him. 

That night, as my mom was reading me a Bible story, we started talking 
about how God always was and always will be. Then she asked me if I 
wanted to be saved. I understood it. 

I asked Jesus to be my Lord and take my life and forgive me. My life 
hasn't been the same since. I know God, personally and He knows me. 
And I will get to see Him one day in heaven!