HE LIVES, A Living Testimony
When I was about 17 years old, my earthly father died. At that age, there was nothing in me that could answer the question, “why?” So I looked up and said, “I do not understand what just happened to my father; help me.” My nephew, also reared as my youngest brother, placed his hand on me and told me not to be sad: everything would be okay. The touch of his warm hand made me feel better. I believe this was the moment that the Holy Spirit let me feel His presence.