Well after my recent post http://www.christianforums.com/t3115191-worshipping-satan.html I just felt the need to post my testimony (I don't know why) but here goes anyway:
I always went to church as most of my family are believers. I grew up and gradually came to accept the message that I was being taught in sunday school each week. I spent most of my years (until I was about 15) as a casual christian. I believed but christianity didn't have that much of an effect on my life. I'd happily live as a sunday-only-christian until I went to a christian festival such as Soul Survivor..etc when I'd get a spiritual top-up of the Holy Spirit which would last for a month or so...etc. This lasted for about 5 years until I reached 15/16 and things changed.
I hadn't had the most happiest of childhoods and this led to me being quite an unhappy teenager, there were particular members of my family who'd hurt me more that most. I'm not 100% sure of the exact series of events, but my pain eventually led to me self injuring, I began to question God and why he'd let me have the childhood I did and this little voice in my mind told me that I didn't want or need God and led to me deciding that I wanted to go it alone. I rejected God and ordered the Holy Spirit out of me.
This led me into a world of pain and anger. In a complete rebellion against God I ended up worshipping Satan who I then realised (way to late) had been the one to act on my weakness in my anger and pain and had fed me the thoughts to turn from God. I cut off all communication between the particular family members who'd hurt me, partly because they couldn't hurt me that way but also because I knew it would hurt them back. My self injuring grew worse and worse until my family found out. My mum wanted to send me to a councillor which I agreed to so long as it was a christian one. The councillor I ended up with was really nice, in short she led me back to God. (Since I wasn't listening the man himself he had to send a messenger in his place who I couldn't ignore and who would lead me back to him. It is my belief that my councillor was this messenger.) She taught me the only way I could rid of Satan was in Jesus' name. She showed me that I could only let go of the pain by forgiving those who'd hurt me and she helped me to start the (lengthy) process of forgiving these people, which I could only do with God's help.
Now I've refound God and completely committed my life to him. The experience I had of a life without God and the one that he has saved me from in his sons death has helped me to fully appreciate the meaning of Christs sacrifice, which before I had never really understood and always taken for granted.
~ I am Saved ~ 
I always went to church as most of my family are believers. I grew up and gradually came to accept the message that I was being taught in sunday school each week. I spent most of my years (until I was about 15) as a casual christian. I believed but christianity didn't have that much of an effect on my life. I'd happily live as a sunday-only-christian until I went to a christian festival such as Soul Survivor..etc when I'd get a spiritual top-up of the Holy Spirit which would last for a month or so...etc. This lasted for about 5 years until I reached 15/16 and things changed.
I hadn't had the most happiest of childhoods and this led to me being quite an unhappy teenager, there were particular members of my family who'd hurt me more that most. I'm not 100% sure of the exact series of events, but my pain eventually led to me self injuring, I began to question God and why he'd let me have the childhood I did and this little voice in my mind told me that I didn't want or need God and led to me deciding that I wanted to go it alone. I rejected God and ordered the Holy Spirit out of me.
This led me into a world of pain and anger. In a complete rebellion against God I ended up worshipping Satan who I then realised (way to late) had been the one to act on my weakness in my anger and pain and had fed me the thoughts to turn from God. I cut off all communication between the particular family members who'd hurt me, partly because they couldn't hurt me that way but also because I knew it would hurt them back. My self injuring grew worse and worse until my family found out. My mum wanted to send me to a councillor which I agreed to so long as it was a christian one. The councillor I ended up with was really nice, in short she led me back to God. (Since I wasn't listening the man himself he had to send a messenger in his place who I couldn't ignore and who would lead me back to him. It is my belief that my councillor was this messenger.) She taught me the only way I could rid of Satan was in Jesus' name. She showed me that I could only let go of the pain by forgiving those who'd hurt me and she helped me to start the (lengthy) process of forgiving these people, which I could only do with God's help.
Now I've refound God and completely committed my life to him. The experience I had of a life without God and the one that he has saved me from in his sons death has helped me to fully appreciate the meaning of Christs sacrifice, which before I had never really understood and always taken for granted.
~ I am Saved ~ 
