The night Jesus found me. My testimony

There are moments in our lives that shape everything that comes after.

Moments where heaven feels so close you can almost feel it breathing…

Moments where God steps quietly into the deepest ache — and changes everything.

I was fourteen years old when my life reached its darkest hour.

My parents were walking through a painful divorce, and as a child, I witnessed things no child should ever have to see. There are memories from that season that still feel heavy, even today. The house felt uncertain. My heart felt afraid. And for the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to feel truly alone.

But it was in that moment — in the middle of confusion, heartbreak, and fear — that God came for me.

I remember the night vividly.

My room was dim, quiet. I sat on the edge of my bed with a heaviness I didn’t know how to carry. And something inside me — a whisper, a gentle nudge — told me to get on my knees.

So I did.

A fourteen-year-old girl, kneeling beside her bed, with nothing to offer except a broken heart and a simple prayer:

“Lord Jesus, please come into my heart.

Please take care of everything.

I can’t do this alone.”

And in that moment… everything changed.

Not the circumstances.

Not the world outside my bedroom door.

But something far deeper — something eternal.

A peace I had never known before wrapped around me like warm arms.

A stillness settled over my spirit.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

It was as if God Himself knelt down beside me and whispered,

“You’re mine now. I will carry you.”

I have never forgotten that moment.

And I have never looked back.

From that night on, God has been faithful — far more faithful than I ever deserved. He has guided my life gently, lovingly, purposefully. He blessed me with a wonderful Christian husband, the kindest man I know. We built a life rooted in faith together, in love, in the quiet strength that comes from serving the same God.

We attend church together.

We raised our beautiful son together.

And for years, I had the joy of teaching Sunday School — planting seeds of Jesus’ love into little hearts, just as someone once planted into mine.

Even today, when I think back on that night at fourteen, I still feel it — that same warmth… that same peace… that same presence of Jesus reminding me:

“I was there then.

I am here now.

I will be with you always.”

My testimony isn’t complex.

It isn’t dramatic.

It’s simply this:

I called out to Jesus in the darkest moment of my childhood —

and He met me with light.

And He has never left me since.

I am who I am today because of that night.

And I thank God for it every single day.

With love,