Elaine B.

My parents faithfully took me to church from the time I was two weeks old, so I was taught about God and His Son Jesus from a very early age. In childlike faith I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior at the age of six. However, I do specifically remember the first time I actually contemplated the thought of God. I was about 7 or 8 years old.

It was one day when I was looking in the mirror, not to brush my teeth or fix my hair, but more staring in the mirror because I was bored and had nothing else to do. The more I looked, the deeper my thoughts became. Not to sound corny, but it was almost as though I looked in through my eyes and into my soul. The more I looked the more I wondered about who I was and why was I here. I guess for a moment the world went away and I was just focused in on me and my life. I felt small and alone. I remember feeling scared because I don't think I had ever thought that deep before.

My thoughts then turned to God and the things that I had been taught in Sunday School became very practical and made sense. God made me. God knows who I am. God loves me and will take care of me, and I will never be alone.

I then stopped looking in the mirror and went and rode my bike.

Elaine B.

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.

Randy E.

We were visiting my cousins in Franklin they lived out in the country surrounded by farm fields. We would lay on our backs at night looking at the multitude of stars and that would start me thinking about why we were here and who made all the stars and placed them so we could enjoy seeing them.

Randy

Brian B.

I was 7 or 8 maybe when I had my first thoughts of God.

I had fallen asleep in the back of Dad's station wagon late one fall night.
We had pulled in the drive way and Dad had told us "Wake up! time to go to bed".

I wanted to stay in the car because it was cold outside.

Dad said "It won't stay warm for long so come on in, your bed will feel better".
I didn't, I stayed next to my door all cozy and warm.

As usual Dad was right, it got cold and I longed for my bed. So as I was walking to the house I noticed the stars calling to me. It was such a clear night and the stars were so bright that I think this was the first time I really saw them.

I was awestruck. I thought of how big space was, how it went on and on. I wondered what was past all that space, what really was out there? When I had imagined as far as could I was then drawn to Him, God.

I knew He knew the answers to my questions.

By now I was in bed but my mind was still searching, reaching out so deep that it scared me, you know what I mean?
Asking who am I? Why am I here? How long will I live? What happens to me when I die? Who is God and why does He always seem to be at the end of all my searching questions?

I finally found Him and accepted Him as the answer I was searching for in all my questions when I was 13.
All thanks to the stars for starting my Questions!