I really enjoy having him here. It's pretty cool to have the most famous man in the world right under your own roof!
He is in the spare bedroom and keeps to himself. Sometimes I listen at the door but he is either asleep or doing something very quiet, like reading or listening to music with headphones. When I have a serious problem or I'm feeling down I go down the hall and tap on his door. Then I tell him what is bothering me. Sometimes it is because I've done something bad and want to get it off my chest. I always feel better after this because I know he understands and is wanting the best for me.
One night someone broke into the house and when I went to investigate the noise the intruder jumped me and beat me like a rented mule. I screamed and hollered for Jesus to help me and the intruder turned and ran. I don't know where I'd be today if Jesus hadn't been there. The policemen agreed when I told them Jesus had saved me. I love having him here and he has done so much for me. Just awhile ago I tapped on his door and told him how much I appreciate all his help. He didn't say anything but I know he heard me.