I'm a new user, so I figured I'd post my testimony. I love to share it, and I don't get to that often. So here it goes.
There was very little religious influence in my house as a child. My father was raised in a strict Catholic family, one that he did not adhere to simply because of the lack of choice behind it, and my mother was raised in a Jewish home, where she really didn't care about the religion itself but did believe in a Supreme Being as she liked to call it (my father did, too).
As a young girl, it wasn't required of me to have any beliefs. My mom was very liberal - she would embrace the fact that I could express myself even if I was something crazy, like a Satanist. The bottom line was that there was no divine influence at home all through the most critical years of my childhood.
I used to proclaim in elementary school that I didn't believe it God. Lord, thank you for sending your Son to remove that from my record... but anyway, I had gone to church a few times with my friends, but that was about it. I really didn't understand what church was about, even less how Jesus entered the equation. I always thought that God created everything and now he stayed up in Heaven and did his own thing.
Through a few close friends that were very deeply rooted in Christianity, I came to think that maybe I should try going to church sometime. I remember finally asking one of my best friends if I could attend a service with them. That day, though, I got really sick - I had a pounding headache where it hurt to move. I lay on the couch, wincing and just wishing I would fall asleep to make it go away. I didn't understand why I would be feeling such pain when I was trying to find out more about God. I prayed: "God, why can't I just go into your house?"
What happened next amazed me. As I lay there in pain, my headache nearly vanished. In a split second, only a remenant of the pain still lingered. God had clearly been listening. He was telling me that it was time to go to church.
I tried a few churches, but none of them truely touched me. One, however, changed my life. A coworker of my father's invited me to her church. I attended one service and made the committment to come back the next Sunday. That next Sunday, as I cried in God's presence, my soul was saved.
My testimony is nothing special. I wasn't into hardcore drugs, I had already decided to be abstinent long before I had ever stepped into a church, my home life was as stable as any teenage family. I'm just another example how God can win over even the most inconspicuious individuals. However, I like to think that my testimony might be a good example for people that are afraid of being alone in seeking God. It scared me to death to go into a church completely alone, not being familiar with anyone, but that decision alone killed me and ressurected me in Christ!
It's not always easy to gather the courage, but God will make it happen. Trust in Him!
There was very little religious influence in my house as a child. My father was raised in a strict Catholic family, one that he did not adhere to simply because of the lack of choice behind it, and my mother was raised in a Jewish home, where she really didn't care about the religion itself but did believe in a Supreme Being as she liked to call it (my father did, too).
As a young girl, it wasn't required of me to have any beliefs. My mom was very liberal - she would embrace the fact that I could express myself even if I was something crazy, like a Satanist. The bottom line was that there was no divine influence at home all through the most critical years of my childhood.
I used to proclaim in elementary school that I didn't believe it God. Lord, thank you for sending your Son to remove that from my record... but anyway, I had gone to church a few times with my friends, but that was about it. I really didn't understand what church was about, even less how Jesus entered the equation. I always thought that God created everything and now he stayed up in Heaven and did his own thing.
Through a few close friends that were very deeply rooted in Christianity, I came to think that maybe I should try going to church sometime. I remember finally asking one of my best friends if I could attend a service with them. That day, though, I got really sick - I had a pounding headache where it hurt to move. I lay on the couch, wincing and just wishing I would fall asleep to make it go away. I didn't understand why I would be feeling such pain when I was trying to find out more about God. I prayed: "God, why can't I just go into your house?"
What happened next amazed me. As I lay there in pain, my headache nearly vanished. In a split second, only a remenant of the pain still lingered. God had clearly been listening. He was telling me that it was time to go to church.
I tried a few churches, but none of them truely touched me. One, however, changed my life. A coworker of my father's invited me to her church. I attended one service and made the committment to come back the next Sunday. That next Sunday, as I cried in God's presence, my soul was saved.
My testimony is nothing special. I wasn't into hardcore drugs, I had already decided to be abstinent long before I had ever stepped into a church, my home life was as stable as any teenage family. I'm just another example how God can win over even the most inconspicuious individuals. However, I like to think that my testimony might be a good example for people that are afraid of being alone in seeking God. It scared me to death to go into a church completely alone, not being familiar with anyone, but that decision alone killed me and ressurected me in Christ!
It's not always easy to gather the courage, but God will make it happen. Trust in Him!
Even yours, gigglegrl (I think that's your name--I cannot really read that 
