My parents took me to church all my life. When I was 9 years old I felt I was lost. The Lord must have told my Mother that to, because during the revival the fourth week of August in 1948 mother came to me and asked me if I needed to go to the Altar, I told her I did so we both went. I don’t know how many times I went to the Altar that week, but I remember I was really burdened on Thursday night. I remember praying from the bottom of my heart, Lord please save me and the next thing I knew I was up from that altar with a joy in my heart that I never had before and never have had since. I joined Cross Roads Missionary Baptist Church that following Saturday morning, and was baptized the following Sunday afternoon in the Tennessee River. That was 59 years ago. I have had a lot of difficult times in my life but I have never had to face anything alone. I have a friend, the Lord Jesus Christ with me through every trial and blessing, and the blessings have far out numbered the trials.