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So. Cute.
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I remember when I went to church every Wednesday. I remember when I prayed almost every night before bed. I remember memorizing passages, and quoting them to the adults of my church. I remember being 12 years old, and asking to be saved. I remember telling them that I was ready to accept God into my heart. I remember a woman speaking up, and asking me,’Why?’” I remember opening my mouth and quoting more scripture. I remember that same woman shaking her head. She said to me,’You don’t believe. You’re so mechanical, you’re just saying the words. There’s no passion in your voice. You’re not ready to be saved.’
I never went back.
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“This photograph is my proof.
This photograph is my proof there was that afternoon, when things were still good between us and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look see for yourself!”
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UNF.
