- Sep 26, 2008
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(I wish I could fit more into this tiny box; I have so much I want to say about what God has done for me!)
I was born, baptized, and grew up in a fairly religious household. From what I remember, my grandma and grandpa always attended the Lutheran church. I suppose my mom used to, but after I was sexually abused by my older brother at age 5 or 6, she lost faith. Under her roof, no one followed Christ. I guess you could call her Agnostic. Anyway, we moved out of the house with all its painful memories, and into a gorgeous new one. Weeks, possibly days after, our old house burned down. Everything was in ruins, even the pool. I know now that it was a sign from God. He rescued us just in time; if it wasn't for Him, I could be dead.
Well, my father was an alcoholic, and we were the poorest of the poor. I was in many extracurricular activities, which required money I'm sure, and during a Girl Scouts canned food drive, my mom had to keep some of the food for me, her, and my little brother. My dad just used all the money on alcohol, the house was going into foreclosure, and it was a really tough time. But we pulled through, thank the Lord!
My mom had met this man online, and he offered us everything: a home, food, shelter, money, anything we needed. He had just been divorced and had two sons of his own that needed to be "nannied". So we drove across America: me, my mom, my brother, and my grandparents. We arrived there and it was a place to start over. Of course, it would never be the same as before, but it was a sign from God that He wanted us to put the past behind us.
I hated my home for the longest time. I didn't have any good friends until 7th grade. Up until then, I had a scattered few, but no one that I could connect with. In 7th grade, I went through a "phase"... I hated myself, my life, my home... Nothing felt right, and I often wondered what would have happened if we never moved. I was a shy, quiet girl and was convinced that if we had stayed, I'd have friends.
Then, God gave me an angel. She became my best friend, my "soul mate", and lifted me up. She taught me to be happy again, and I taught her many things in return. I love her so much, because she was the best friend I had ever had. There was one thing separating us, though: she was a Christian. I wasn't.
I imagine that she prayed constantly for me, but I was a stubborn pre-teen, and grew up in a home where religion never mattered. Well, the summer of 8th grade came along, and we parted. She found a new group of friends, and I was so... alone. I hated her, hated my life again, and in 9th grade I said and did some pretty terrible things. I got into smoking, befriending the wrong people, speaking offensively... Let's just say, I wasn't a very good person.
My Angel and I were on and off at this point. I was so hurt and I said some things that hurt her right back. We're better now, but for a point there we weren't even talking. We pretty much created each other, but we had to find other people, too. At least, she did. I found some, too, but they were all older and were going away to college.
In the beginning of 2008, I began searching for God. I realized, "I can't turn to anyone else!" After a long haul, I found Christ in March, a couple weeks before my birthday. My Angel was so relieved, and my family was simply shocked. I started attending youth group, feeling uplifted, and trying to live as one in Christ.
School let out, and summer began. Many things happened: I lost friends, I got into fights, I smoked marijuana, I broke promises to myself AND to God. I thought I was walking with Christ, but I wasn't. Not even close. Nevertheless, I was baptized August 2008; I was a renewed child of God.
The summer of 9th grade ended, and it was definitely sad. I had to find new friends for 10th grade. So far, it's been wonderful. I delete my Myspace profile last night; I was on it more than 5 hours a day, which is just pathetic. I still get the urge to go on there, but when I do, I'll just hope on these forums where I can be in the presence of something that actually matters! I had hundreds of pictures and blog posts on there, but it's only one part of my life and I had to movie on.
I don't have many friends, but I know that it's because God wants me to lean on ONLY Him! I'm more involved, there are small blessings everyday, and I'm strengthened through Christ. I know there is so much more to learn from our Lord and Savior, and I owe him everything that I am. Although I stumble and fail each day, He picks me right back up again and I carry on, proof of his never-ending, prevailing, AMAZING love for me!
I was born, baptized, and grew up in a fairly religious household. From what I remember, my grandma and grandpa always attended the Lutheran church. I suppose my mom used to, but after I was sexually abused by my older brother at age 5 or 6, she lost faith. Under her roof, no one followed Christ. I guess you could call her Agnostic. Anyway, we moved out of the house with all its painful memories, and into a gorgeous new one. Weeks, possibly days after, our old house burned down. Everything was in ruins, even the pool. I know now that it was a sign from God. He rescued us just in time; if it wasn't for Him, I could be dead.
Well, my father was an alcoholic, and we were the poorest of the poor. I was in many extracurricular activities, which required money I'm sure, and during a Girl Scouts canned food drive, my mom had to keep some of the food for me, her, and my little brother. My dad just used all the money on alcohol, the house was going into foreclosure, and it was a really tough time. But we pulled through, thank the Lord!
My mom had met this man online, and he offered us everything: a home, food, shelter, money, anything we needed. He had just been divorced and had two sons of his own that needed to be "nannied". So we drove across America: me, my mom, my brother, and my grandparents. We arrived there and it was a place to start over. Of course, it would never be the same as before, but it was a sign from God that He wanted us to put the past behind us.
I hated my home for the longest time. I didn't have any good friends until 7th grade. Up until then, I had a scattered few, but no one that I could connect with. In 7th grade, I went through a "phase"... I hated myself, my life, my home... Nothing felt right, and I often wondered what would have happened if we never moved. I was a shy, quiet girl and was convinced that if we had stayed, I'd have friends.
Then, God gave me an angel. She became my best friend, my "soul mate", and lifted me up. She taught me to be happy again, and I taught her many things in return. I love her so much, because she was the best friend I had ever had. There was one thing separating us, though: she was a Christian. I wasn't.
I imagine that she prayed constantly for me, but I was a stubborn pre-teen, and grew up in a home where religion never mattered. Well, the summer of 8th grade came along, and we parted. She found a new group of friends, and I was so... alone. I hated her, hated my life again, and in 9th grade I said and did some pretty terrible things. I got into smoking, befriending the wrong people, speaking offensively... Let's just say, I wasn't a very good person.
My Angel and I were on and off at this point. I was so hurt and I said some things that hurt her right back. We're better now, but for a point there we weren't even talking. We pretty much created each other, but we had to find other people, too. At least, she did. I found some, too, but they were all older and were going away to college.
In the beginning of 2008, I began searching for God. I realized, "I can't turn to anyone else!" After a long haul, I found Christ in March, a couple weeks before my birthday. My Angel was so relieved, and my family was simply shocked. I started attending youth group, feeling uplifted, and trying to live as one in Christ.
School let out, and summer began. Many things happened: I lost friends, I got into fights, I smoked marijuana, I broke promises to myself AND to God. I thought I was walking with Christ, but I wasn't. Not even close. Nevertheless, I was baptized August 2008; I was a renewed child of God.
The summer of 9th grade ended, and it was definitely sad. I had to find new friends for 10th grade. So far, it's been wonderful. I delete my Myspace profile last night; I was on it more than 5 hours a day, which is just pathetic. I still get the urge to go on there, but when I do, I'll just hope on these forums where I can be in the presence of something that actually matters! I had hundreds of pictures and blog posts on there, but it's only one part of my life and I had to movie on.
I don't have many friends, but I know that it's because God wants me to lean on ONLY Him! I'm more involved, there are small blessings everyday, and I'm strengthened through Christ. I know there is so much more to learn from our Lord and Savior, and I owe him everything that I am. Although I stumble and fail each day, He picks me right back up again and I carry on, proof of his never-ending, prevailing, AMAZING love for me!
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If you fail, though, don't give up. I have had to recommit my life to Christ many times. 
I don't know how to express my gratitude, you know, online, but just know I'm glad to have shared my testimony with someone!
