Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Brett M.

I was a very young boy when I first seriously considered God.
We lived in a trailer in southern Kentucky and a bad storm came up.
We had a cellar that we could go to in case of tornados but it held something else that I feared as bad as storms, snakes.
That night as I considered dying in a storm or of a snake bite I knew I would face God.

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