Brianna Debolt

I was about 9 years old and we were at a New Year’s Eve service and it was about midnight. That night I didn’t really want to be there, so I was playing around trying to pass time. At this time, I thought I was already saved. I had been baptized and everything. Sometime towards the middle of the service we had an altar prayer and I was praying and all of a sudden I started feeling really bad. I felt scared and alone. Then I prayed more and I don’t remember much about what I was talking to God about, I just remember really wanting to be saved because I knew I was lost and I really needed to be saved that night before we drove home. The church was almost an hour away from where we lived and I knew if I died in a crash on the way home, I was going to Hell. So I prayed really hard and it happened in an instant. It was a warm rush and a sweet peace. I knew that was it. After that, I told my sister Macey to come to the bathroom with me and I told her I had just got saved and I was crying. She asked if I was sure, and I said yes. We went back out there and I didn’t tell anyone, but I told my family on the car ride home. That next Sunday I told the church.