All of my life, as I have grown, I have only heard of God. I grew up in a house that didn't go to church, didn't pray at meals, and didn't contribute their daily activities to God. When I started going to high school, God kept presenting himself more and more often. Finally, as summer of my sophomore year came around, I was doing some research on camps and found a Christian beach camp called Hume. The vacation took place on a bluff over-looking the ocean in San Diego. The view was truly spectacular.
             I brought the attention of the inspiring idea to my parents and they seemed quite interested. You see, my mother grew up going to church every Sunday to worship the lord, but when she moved into the mountains she stopped going. I found this out when I was visiting family in Corona on Christmas Eve a few years ago. My great grandma has always lived under his word and still does today. She told me some of the craziest stories! When she was in her younger days, she had a friend that found out that she had a large mass within her body. When my grandma went to the doctor with her the doctor exclaimed that this could kill her and surgery was then scheduled for the next week.
             My great grandma was devastated! She told me that when she had got home that evening she call up some friends to come over to pray that the mass would just disappear. They did this every day until the day of the surgery. On the day of the surgery when they went to take the mass out, a miracle happened. Not even an hour after the surgery started, the doctor came into the waiting room and explained to my grandma and all her friends that he couldn't find the mass. My grandma knew at that point what had happened. The doctor then said that it was like the surgery had already happened and all he had to so was close her up. It was this story that opened my eyes to the idea that there might be something else out there. As I explained more of the details to m...