From the age of three, my mother put me in Sunday School and I was taught to memorize the Scriptures. Every night, before going to bed, I would read a passage out of the Bible. On this particular night, at the age of nine years, I was reading out of my father’s Bible, and suddenly a page got hooked by my finger and was torn right through the middle, hanging on a thread. I was fearful that I would get a spanking for this and fervently prayed to my heavenly Father in the Name of Jesus that He would mend the page. In the morning, when I inspected the Bible, I was overjoyed to find that the page was perfectly whole. I still have this Bible today.
I believe that by God’s grace my faith in God’s great miracle power was truly established at this young age, so that I never doubted that He can do all things – if only we believe.