I remember one day that my mom scared me by telling me that if I kept on acting that way, I would most likely go to jail when I grew up. A few more months passed, and I was in chapel at school. I am not sure what it was that the speaker said, but that day, I decided to give my life to Jesus! Even though I had become a Christian, God was still working on me. One night, I was not controlling my anger, and my mom and dad were talking with me about my attitude. That night God gave me self-control. This doesn’t mean that I always had self-control, though.
I learned that God is in control, not me. I learned to put my trust in Him. I wish I could share my whole God-controlled life story, but that’s how a wonderful life with Christ began. :)