I felt no personal relationship to God.
I didn't either. I did the prayer thing, sort of, after I passed all the questions, just like a test at school. I was 14. I was a good student. I did what I was supposed to do.
I got dunked, in an aboveground swimming pool set up for the int'l convention held in Portland, OR that year (1971, I think it was, maybe 72) at what is now PGE Park - local ballpark for the Padres farm team the Beavers, and soccer, etc. I even made my own modest swim suit!
When I came up, I expected some miraculous change in me. Some insight I hadn't had before, or some feeling of grace that I'd never had. Nada, nothing. Pffft. That's when the real questions began in me. "What did I just dedicate my 'life' to?"
I've since known Grace. It is the most awesome of experiences.
Hugs
Bren