Confessions of a Happy Model
April 17, 2018
By Ganzhi, the United States
When I was young, my mother often taught me to sing hymns that praised God. As we sang the songs, she also taught me to dance, and my nine-year-old little brother would always joyfully join us. At that time, although my family was poor and we could only live in an adobe house, I was really happy. One time, my mother went out to spread the gospel and didn’t return when it was late. I felt scared at hearing the rustling leaves in the wind outside my house. But thinking of my mother’s words that I could pray to God when I feared, I hurriedly prayed to God and read
God’s words. Gradually, I was not scared, feeling that God was protecting me by my side. On ordinary occasions, I also prayed to God whatever I met; for example, when I passed by cemeteries on my way to school, as soon as I prayed to God, I was unafraid. Additionally, I had been introverted and reticent, but ever since I believed in God with my mother, I had endless words that I would speak to the uncles and aunties who were also believers in God, and either happy or unhappy things, I would. At that time, I had God as my reliance, and felt great happiness in my heart.
