The point of conversion
I do not remember the point of my conversion - as in the exact time or place when I accepted God. It wasn't a lightning bulb moment. I would often hear people talk about how God was working in their lives or how they heard God speak to them. I felt no such thing. when I started praying, most of my prayers would be about wanting God to speak to me and wanting to feel His presence. God seemed distant and indifferent. In my mind, I thought that if God is true, He loved certain people more than the others. He spoke to these special people more. He made His presence felt in their lives. He gave them more blessings. Almost, like a class teacher who has a bunch of favorite students and overlooks the rest. Few students make the cut, the others don't. I admit that I wouldn't feel the need for God, if things were going perfectly. I started seeking God when problems were staring me right in the face, where I was helpless to the point of desperation. I guess this is true