When I was a little kid I didn’t want to believe in God. My mother’s parents were strong church people, but they were extremely abusive too. So I always asked myself how Gods people could be so harsh and hurt a kid so bad. Especially when they say how great God is and how he will always watch over and protect his children. But one night I said whatever and I prayed and prayed and prayed for a good hour. I was 11 years old, only a few months from my 12th birthday. I finally had the strength to report the abuse, strength that as I kid I didn’t think I would ever have. I was a coward as a kid, head down never talked to anyone because I was too scared. After that I didn’t think anything was going to happen because it had been a while and nothing. Then I started praying every night begging God to do something. Begging him to get me out of that so called family, and take me to safety. Then a few days before my birthday my prayers were answered and I was out. But then it was like he left me again because I bounced from one foster home to the next and one group home to the next. I had almost carried out suicide but then something in me told me to pray so I did. It helped at the time, I went into a residential hospital and then another group home from there. I went to church every Sunday and prayed every night. At this point I am 15 and not many teenagers get adopted but I prayed what I thought were empty prayers, and then I was adopted. And since then I have been strong on my faith. Church camp, church, General Synod, music, everything. God saved my life multiple times!
What will heaven be like? We will enjoy our loving, smiling Savior forever! We will be blown away by all of the ways our lives intersected with His divine intervention in our lives.