At 6 years old, I remember my mom asking me if I would like to confess that I am a sinner and accept Jesus as my Lord and Savior. My thought process was simple and innocent; not fact driven nor an analysis of what this would mean for my life.
As I grew older, I constantly asked questions; in particular “why” about everything in life. My questions about life brought confusion, fear, and anxiety, but prayer and trust in God brought peace. One night, when I was around 9 years old, after a particularly troubling day, my mom silently prayed that I might be comforted and would be able to see the angels that God has sent to. As I awoke in the middle of the night and opened my eyes, I saw angels in my room surrounding me.
Though pain, confusion, frustration, and life in general have brought even more questions over 20 years later now, the Bible never ceases to bring answers that this world does not give, God continues to grant peace that is unattainable anywhere else.