Hi, My name is Kiele and I have been a born again christian since 2000. I am very ashamed tha tI had the nerve to call myself a christian before then. When I was little I did the sunday school thing and knew who God was and all about Jesus but I don't think that I ever really understude it. I did pretty good till I got off to college. WOW was that a whole different world and I was a lost little girl who had unknowingly found what I thought was comfort in Santans arms. I was doing drugs, drinking very heavely and having sex with anyone... and I mean anyone. My life was a mess and I thought that I was happy. Unknowing at the time, but now I remember time and time again God reached out to me and time and time again turned my back on him. I hit rock bottom the summer after I dropped out of college. I was worse then I had ever been.. I will spare the details... but anyway one of the girls that I worked with kept inviting me to church with her. I thought that she had lost her mind.. ME go to church.. uhh yeah right. Well she persisted and asked me everyweek. I figured that if I would just go it would get her off my back. So I went..... It was one of the most eye opening expierences of my life. Most of the people there were around my age. There was a live band, poeple where dancing everwhere, some falling to their knees and praying.. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. I though that I had known God till that moment.. then I saw God in all of these people. I learned that God really isn't boring. So I went the week after that and the week after that and so on. Well this is where it gets bad. I thought that I could keep living the life style that I was living and still "live for God" Well I found out the hard way that isn't how it works. I couple of male co-workers invited themselves over after work and came with beer. Needless to say I got hammered. I woke up afew hours later and knew that something wasn;t right. They had both raped me and jsut left me their. I couldn't go back to work and was told to take my time, well when I finally felt ready they had replaced me and I no longer had a job. I finally found a job at a retail store, but by then I was out of money and was about to be kicked out of my house. So I did they dumbest thing ever... I stole money from my drawer. I got busted and was fired on the spot. When I got home I didn't think that things could get anyworse and I had about all I could take. I emptied the medicen cabnet and chassed it with a bottle of Jack. I remember lying in bed writing this rediculasly long "good bye" letter. I was on about page 10 when it really stated to kick in that it was acually going to happen... I was going to die. Just as I was thinking that the phone rang... it was an old friend from high school who had the sunned erge to call me... she didn't even know where my phone number came from, after the call ended a couple of friends came over and wanted to know if I wanted to go to the movies with them. Then I got another call, then another visiter. This went on and on and on... one after another... I didn't even know that I had that many friends... I was starting to get the hint that God was trying to tell me something.... THen my mom called... ohh that was SO hard, then my dad got on the phone, then my little brother. Here were all of these people who actually cared for me and loved me and I was about to turn their world upside down by being selfish and killing myself. Then it stated to happen. My body started to tingle and feel really cold. My face felt flush for a second then every got really bright then nothing... no light, no dark just nothing. Suddenly I feel my face being touched, but not like anything I had ever felt before, I open my eyes... (well I felt like I was opening my eyes) and I saw this face... but it wasn't jsut one face, it was like a million faces in one. Male, female, black, white, asian, indian, big small. It was amazing. Then this voice came up..."I still have work for you do to, it not your time" and with that my eyes shot open, I ran out of my room, into the bathroom and puked, and puked and puked. THen I jsut layed on the floor and cried and cried and cried. At that point I told God.. I promised God that from tat moment on I would live my life for Him. I got ride of everything that was apart of my "old" life. I was so aftaid of beign along because the more and more I devoted my life to Christ the more and more friends I was losing. But I told God tha tI trusted Him and that I knew that He would take care of me. And he did. Soon after I met, fell in love with and married my husband, we moved and have 2 wonderful girls. I am a member of a wonderful church, I teach sunday school. I still fall but now I know that God is there to catch me.