When was the first time you truly believed in Jesus?

I first met Jesus when I was five years old and abused by foster parents. You see my mom was having trouble back then and temporarily gave us up to children services so that we could have a warm house, food, and better care. It was a very hard thing for her to do. Unfortunately, unknown to her, our foster parents were not the kindest people. They were abusive and hid it well from children services who rarely came to check up on us. I had kidney problems and was forced to wear a diaper. I would be spanked several times with a wooden paddle cut with holes and if I cried out in pain I'd be hit more with it. I was mentally and emotionally abused. My butt was often so sore I could not sit down. I remember when my older sister would have to place a cool damp cloth on it to bring the swelling and blisters down. But even that was painful. There was no way to call my mother or write her. I didn't know how to write back then, and they wouldn't have allowed it any way. My foster parents made me sleep on a roll away bed placed in a hallway offset, which faced another hallway. I wasn't allowed to have anything. No dolls, no stuffed animals, no books, nothing. I had to sleep facing the other hallway where this bright dome light shined in my face every night. This made sleeping rather impossible and I'd get very little sleep. One night I decided to sleep at the other end, though I was afraid I'd be punished for it. I remember crying to myself and shaking uncontrollably, fearful they'd paddle me to where I couldn't sit again. Then suddenly, I felt my mattress sink down as if someone sat down on it. I looked toward it, but I could not see anyone there. But I certainly felt someone there. The presence told me that the abuse was over (we are talking about a three week abuse here), and that I would not endure any more pain, and that my siblings and I would be going home soon. Back then I didn't know who the presence was until much later when I realized it was Jesus Himself. Everything He said turned to be true. My foster mother did catch me sleeping at the other end and scolded me, but she didn't get my foster father to hit me with that dreaded paddle. The next morning, my sister Jody threatened to kill them (she was serious too) if they ever dared touch me or any of our other siblings again. They stopped then and there because they became afraid of her. Not long after (I think a week later and just a few days before Christmas), Children Services came and got us and took us all home, reuniting us with our mother.

i believed in Him when I was still in my elementary years and up until now, I believed in Him. I really am at peace whenever I am with His presence. Just pray for His Holy Spirit to come and fill you and it would really make a big difference in your day and life.