I remember specifically to this day, the day I saw Jesus' face. I am a strong Christian and ever sense I was very little I say prayers every night. My mom taught me them when I was 4 and we would say them every night before we fell asleep.
One day, I forget how old I was I'm guessing 5?, I remember being sent to my room for time-out because I was misbehaving. I was sitting on my floor crying and crying saying "It's not fair! It's not fair!". I remember my door was shut and I was sitting in front of it crying, and I saw right there on my door kind of like a shadow looking picture or like a black ink drawing of Jesus' face looking at me and what I will always remember is that he looked disappointed in me and sad. I wasn't even scared at all for what I was seeing I felt a feeling of warmth and love from him. Even though he didn't speak, I believe that the disappointment in his face was telling me that I shouldn't disobey my parents and I should be good. I also believe that he wanted me to see him so that I realize that I hurt him by not respecting my parents (doing the right thing).
I will never forget that moment and it touches my heart every time I think about the look disappointed and sad look on His face.
This proved to me at a very early age, that God DOES exist. Not just in stories and prayers but he Exists in the HEART as well.