An Incident That Made Me Believe in Fate!!!

An accident That Made Me Believe In FATE I am choosing that tolerant will exists in our world. I specify that I make my give birth choices every day, but I know that God definitely helps me along the way. Every day I wake up, and I make a decision, should I go back to sleep, lie here looking at the walls, or should I get out of bed and go to sectionalization? My story takes place before I was a teenager I would suck in to flashback twenty years. What is creed? Is it belief in ones God? How does one find faith? Can someone that claims to have faith ever doubt?When I was twelve years old, I thought that I was religious. I went to a function with my youth group. In attendance were a great number of kids, I felt bemused in the shuffle with so many things going on. Just as I contemplated to sneak away, a male child came everywhere to talk to me, How thoughtful, I said to myself. We sat for a very long beat and glance over the Bible together. It made me feel so special, like I was starting line to belong to the group. I felt it was so wonderful that someone took the time to notice me. This experience had a very special meaning to me. unrivaled of the most important aspects of teenage life is feeling secure, accepted, and loved. At that endorsement I felt all those things at one time. My preacher came over to talk with me and wondered why I was sitting all alone. I looked up and realized I was alone. I told her about the boy who had noticed me. We demonstrate the bible together, and we talked for hours. She helped me look for him and we couldnt find him anywhere. I was devastated and had no mood where he could have gone. I had been looking all weekend for the boy who noticed me, only I still couldnt find him anywhere.Thats when I realized that this was awesome. I know what it is It is fate or faith? Here I am at a Christian event, and to think I was visited by the Lord. I told the preacher that, and she told me that I need to recognise everyone the acc ount of what happened. So there I was, standing in front line of this group of kids. I was so anxious, but also calm. The story comely flowed out of me. I told everyone what exactly happened to me this weekend. Whether individuals bank in God or not, a person must have a reason for his or her belief. I think fate has dealt me with a wonderful reason to believe in God