No one prayed for me. At least no one has ever reported praying for me.
My parents were not religious in any way. But they choose to drop me off every Sunday night at a church youth group when I entered 7th grade.
For months, I didn’t want to go. But once I made friends there, I changed my tune. I wanted to be there.
But no one I knew was praying for me. Not that I have ever known.
Yet Jesus found me anyway and I’m grateful for God’s sovereignty to help me become a follower of Christ.