If you came to this box, I guess you might be interested in how I asked Christ into my heart. Most people would call it a cop out. *chuckle* I call it .. well life saving. At the age of 26 I had nowhere to go. I was a maid at a local hotel. No guy to call my own and living with my parents. The biggest thrill I had at the time was always babysitting my nephews. Which I do love, but thier mother hated me. *shrug* Now let me tell you I wasn't innosent. Though I am still a virgan I did drink some and had tried drugs.. but they bored me. Now I had a temper to beat the band. I would argue and fight with my parents alot. Thinking they just didn't understand me at all... sound familiar??? Anyway. Everything seemed to pile up at the time. People at work were accusing me of things *which was not true at all.. and proved it later on* My dad was always telling me how worthless, not in them words, but it was how I took his words. They really cut to the bone. My mother did the best she could but at time she would tell me she didn't like my hair or what not. Nothing seemed to please her. Now, I will tell you, I have a good family. My parents loved each other, and instilled in me and my three older brothers good qualities. All of us do goto chruch now. Which made my parents proud. Anyway, I just couldn't take anymore heartaches. The name calling and feeling at my lowest. I went to the cematary where my grandpartents were burried. To say goodbye. I knew they would be in heaven. And I had plans to kill myself. To wrap my car around a telephone poll. *my father LOVED cars and I knew I would put the screw to him and mom if I did this* I sat at the grave site, crying and telling them I was sorry. That I just couldn't take life no more. My heart was wounded so badly that I didn't think i could pull the pieces back together for another try at life. I told them to tell God that I was sorry. In this cematary there is a cross that has a statue of Jesus on it. Now you can believe me.. or you don't. But I heard my name being called. I felt drawn to that symbol of my salvation. I knelt there on the steps crying and heard a soft voice say. "I died for YOU!" I wept uncontrollably at that moment. I felt the desire to kill myself ebb away. I didn't come to the Lord that day. But I was really deep in thought about it. My brother went to chruch. And I used to make up all kinds of excuses to not go.. but the next time he asked me I went. I could't resiste the alter call that night.. and that was the night I left my old life. I can not say that life has gotten any easier. But what I CAN say is that I find comfort in Him who leads me. You see, I found the strength that I need to burry two parents. One stricken with canser and the other with heart problems. It was hard to do but they excepted Christ two weeks before dying. I know where they are..and am at peace with that. Well that is it. -- Thanks for reading this. It is a part of who I am.