When I was a child, my dad beat me so much that there is still, to this day, a bump on my head. During these beatings, I called out to God and asked him to save me, but He never came. So, I decided that there is no God, and I believe that for years.
During this weekend, I have been listening and watching everything and I have started to feel that maybe there is a God who cares. During worship, I called out to Him for the first time in years and asked Him to let me know, somehow, that it is Him. Immediately after that, I felt this huge warmth around my heart like never before. I knew it was His touch and I said, "If you are so real, I want you to be a part of my life from now on."