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When I was 4-years-old I saw a short lady with a veil on standing next to my bed, I wasn't afraid because I thought she was Mary, mother of Jesus. I looked at her and she walked away. I got up and asked my mother who the lady in my room was. She told me there was no lady. The way she responded to me made me feel like she thought I was making up stories. I went back to bed and have never seen the lady again. I still live in the home I grew up in and I still remember every detail of what happened. I don't know if it's because of this encounter but I can't recall a time when I didn't believe Jesus was real. Unfortunately, I've haven't always behaved the way I know Jesus wants me to.
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Courage is found in unlikely places.
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