If you had been my shadow during the summer of my twelfth year, you would have seen me weeping alone many times. Throughout the day, I yearned for night so I could be oblivious of my thoughts while I slept, yet as I lay in bed at night I longed for daytime distractions. Why? Because even though I had accepted Jesus as a young child, had been baptized, and wanted to serve Him, I feared that maybe...
