WHEN I WAS YOUNGER AROUND 7 OR 8, I WAS GOING TO MY FORMER CHURCH "FRIENDSHIP MISSIONARY BAPTIST CHURCH" I LOVED IT THERE. IT WAS THERE AT THAT CHURCH WHEN I STARTED SINGING AT THE AGE OF 3. MY WHOLE BASES WAS SINGING AND MINISTERING TO OTHERS IN SONG. BUT 1ST SUNDAY ALWAYS UPSET ME WHEN I WAS LITTLE BECAUSE TOWARDS THE END OF SERVICE THEY WOULD HAVE COMMUNION. I URNED TO GET UP THERE AND GET SOME JUICE. MOM SAID NO, YOU HAVE TO TO BE SAVED. I CRIED EVERY 1ST SUNDAY. LOL. THEN 1 DAY I WALKED UP TO THE ASSISTANT PASTOR AND I SAID...I WANNA B SAVED! HE SAID " IM GLAD TO HEAR THAT BUT DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING BOUT" MY FACE SAID NO BUT MY LIPS SAID HUH. HE TOOK ME AND MY SISTER OUT EVERY WEEK AND TALKED TO US ONE ON ONE ABOUT THE WORD AND WHAT THERE IS TO NO, (DO YOU LOVE JESUS, WHY?) (UNDERSTANDING THE BIBLE A LITTLE. THEN HE ASKED...NOW DO YOU WANT TO BE SAVED.....YES I REPLIED AND I THANK GOD EVERY DAY FOR SENDING ME SOMEONE TO TELL ME ABOUT THE WORD. .....BUT IN THE MEAN TIME..YALL DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I WAS ON 1ST SUNDAY.