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So, at this point I thought that I just might be out of the woods. “Ask God to show me if he’s real? No problem. If that’s all I have to agree to do, I’ll do it. Anything to get away from this uncomfortable conversation with this very nice, very persistent lady.

I made a move to leave. Too late. She reached out her hands toward mine and said, “Just ask Him in your own words, if He is real, to show you.” Then she bowed her head. She had me! How had this happened? I thought she had meant sometime in the FUTURE. Ask God on my death bed, maybe, who knows? But right now, under a redwood tree, out in the open? I was cornered. I was beaten.  I bowed my head.

If you’ve never been touched by God, what I am about to tell you may make no sense.  But when I bowed my head, that beautiful spring day in Santa Cruz under the Redwood trees with a stranger I had just met, I said….”God….”

Alll I said was “God.” That is as far as I got. As I write this today, I am weeping, like I do every time I tell this story. All I said was “God.” That’s as far as I got, because at that precise moment, I felt a hand reach down and squeeze my heart. I began weeping like a little girl and people, you may not believe in my Christian viewpoint, you may believe in God, you may not believe me, but there is no way to explain what happened to this agnostic that day unless God is REAL. From that day until now, I have known that there is a God and he hears my prayers, even if that prayer consists of only that one word,”God”.