My Testimony: How I Came to Find Christ at Age 4
I had begun a new season in my life, one of night terrors. According to TheBump.com, night terrors occur in about 5% of toddlers, and 40% of children may experience them at some point.
A night terror is like a nightmare on steroids. You don't remember them. You're trapped in them until they reach a conclusion, and you wake up sweating and possibly screaming. By definition, they are terrifying.
The Night Terrors Begin
When I was around four years old, I experienced a series of these night terrors. My mother would always come in to comfort me, and I would eventually regain composure.
One night, after I had settled down, my mother asked,
"Do you mind if we pray?"
I wasn't sure what she meant.
"What's that?" I asked.
"We're going to talk to Jesus and ask that you'll call out to Him, and He will come save you and wake you up."
"Call out to Him in the dream?"
"Yes."
At the time, it felt like she was telling me that the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus was really real and would really come save me. I didn't believe what she was saying, but I trusted her—she was a good parent—so I agreed:
"OK."
We prayed that I would call out to Jesus in my nightmares and that He would come and save me and wake me up.
The Test Begins
A few nights later, just like clockwork, another night terror occurred. My mother came in as usual, but instead of comforting me, she simply asked,
"Did you try what we talked about?"
I thought about it for a moment. Just coming out of the night terror, I realized that I hadn’t recognized I was actually in a nightmare. So, of course, I hadn't remembered to call out to Jesus.
I explained this to my mother. She said,
"OK, let's pray that you realize you're in a nightmare, that you remember to call out to Jesus, and that He comes and saves you and wakes you up."
That made sense to me—it would fix the problem! So, we prayed again.
The Night of Transformation
A few nights passed, and then another night terror started.
I remember this one vividly. I was in my grandparents’ house—a unique home made out of recycled telephone poles. I suddenly became aware that there was a witch down the hall.
But instead of the nightmare progressing into something terrifying, I was suddenly transported somewhere else.
I was still in the dream realm, but I was standing on a mile of gray-hued ground leading to massive gray curtains that stretched for miles into the sky. It was like standing on a beach, looking at an ocean storm—still inside the nightmare, but safe.
As I stood there, a thought popped into my head:
"Call out to Jesus."
I knew what I had to do. I slowly looked up and, in a quiet voice, said,
"Jesus."
Suddenly, I was awake in my bed again. It felt like someone was gently rocking me.
At that moment, as a four-year-old, I realized Jesus was real. Overcome with excitement, I spoke up loudly,
"JESUS IS REAL!"
I never had another night terror after that. Looking back now, I believe that the one holding me in that moment was the Holy Spirit.
Sharing My Faith
From that point on, I went around telling people who had nightmares about how Jesus rescued me from mine—and that He would do the same for them if they just asked.
I had no doubt in my mind that Jesus was real. He had saved me from the most terrifying experience imaginable.
One day, at school, I noticed my teacher crying. After class, when everyone had left, I approached her and asked,
"Are you OK? I saw you crying."
She broke down and explained that her husband was in the hospital dying.
I thought about it for a moment and asked,
"Can we pray?"
"Why?" she asked.
"We can ask Jesus to heal him."
"We can do that?"
"Well, yeah," I said. "Jesus is real!"
She hesitated but agreed.
I bowed my head and began to pray silently.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm praying," I said.
"You can't do that! You have to pray out loud."
"Oh, OK!" I said, and then prayed aloud:
"Jesus, my teacher is sad because her husband is in the hospital and he's sick, but you don't want her to be sad, and you don’t want him to be sad either. So, because you don’t want them to be sad, please go to him in the hospital and make him well. Thanks!"
My teacher was absent for a while after that.
When she returned, she immediately caught me before class, smiling, and said,
"I have to talk to you after class!"
Once the classroom emptied, she told me,
"My husband is home. He's healed. Jesus healed him!"
And I responded,
"Yeah. Jesus is real."
Then I ran off to play on the playground.
Jesus Wants Us to Experience Him
My point is this: I knew Jesus because I experienced Him. People need to experience Jesus for themselves to have their lives radically changed.
That brings me to something else.
A Message from Jesus (February 23, 2025)
On February 23rd, 2025, my wife woke up and conveyed a message that Jesus told her to share with me that he wanted me to tell everyone. Here it is, word-for-word:
Believers are chosen to be united with one another—to be built together under the dwelling place of God. God’s design is for believers to be built up in the body of Christ.
I must abandon my homemade idols—anything I trust more than God must be brought low.
A warning! Do not trust fallible people instead of God. Even I am fallible, so not even trusting myself.
Everyone under God should focus on signs, miracles, and wonders. Jesus’ ministry was characterized by miracles, wonders, and signs, and He wants us to be doing them too.
The Power of the Holy Spirit
Lately, I’ve been reading about the Holy Spirit.
If we are to do what Jesus did, we need the Holy Spirit. That’s how Jesus performed miracles.
That’s how my teacher’s husband was healed.
I have so many testimonies of how God has instantly healed people—whether from cancer, financial distress, or even unbelief.
I once prayed that a girl would hang out with the Father in a dream, and it happened.
Conclusion: JESUS IS REAL
Oh boy, my wife’s testimony is wild too—but I’ll talk about that later.
For now, just know this:
🔥 JESUS IS REAL. 🔥
Just talk to Him. He loves you.
Think about how you love other people. Imagine if they ignored you or refused to believe you were real.
Wouldn’t you feel heartbroken?
That’s how God feels about you.
💙 He just wants you to talk to Him. 💙
