I am a Christian. I believe God created the world and humans. I believe that God brought his son into the world through a virgin birth. I believe his son was sinless and yet took on the sins of everyone who ever existed. I believe God accepts anyone who comes to him no matter what their past. And I believe he has something special in store for everybody. But how did I come to believe all this? Well, we have to go back before my parents met.
My Dad has always been raised in a Christian home. They went to church on Sunday's, read the bible, and prayed. But the older my dad got the more he caved to peer pressure. Being star wrestler and football player, he started falling into drugs, drinking, and partying. But all of that changed when he met my mom.
My mom was raised in a strict Catholic household. She had several friends, and she went lots of places with them. One of her friends went to a baptist church and invited her to youth group. There she became a christian, but she didn't fully believe in everything the baptists believed. She searched for something different. Somewhere where she could believe what she believed freely. One day she found a Nazarene church nearby. She loved it. She also met a boy there. Eventually, she loved him too. And that's when my parents met.
My parents hung out together. Then they started dating. Things got more serious, but my dad still had all of the bad habits. My mom, she felt she couldn't be with him if he couldn't stop. After telling him this, he tried. Harder than he had ever tried before. He gave his all to be with the one he loved. Soon he started coming with her to church more often and his love for God was renewed. On the year of 1990, they got engaged. About a year later, on November 11, 1991, the eternally vowed themselves to each other.
In 1995, my oldest sister was born. In late 1999, my mom had a weird feeling. She went to the doctors and told she was pregnant. Little did she know the surprise she would have next. There wasn't only one, but three babies. And that's where I come in.
My parents always raised me praying and doing nightly devotionals. I remember as a child. My mom would always come into the nursery whenever I couldn't sleep or was crying and sing a song to me. The song will forever stay with me. That song was "Open the eyes of my Heart". And that how my walk in faith started.
I never really gave my life to God until 2010. Most people remember where they were or what triggered it, but I can't. All I know is as a child I went to church and I always looked forward to going. I am now currently in youth group.
About a year or two after I had gotten into youth group, I had gotten really close to my youth pastor. But one night I remember specifically. The day my youth pastor announced that he and his wife would leave because he felt he had been called to go somewhere else. All I can remember from that night is trying to be strong and not cry but once I got into the gym of my church I lost it. I walked up to say hi to my aunt, but she could tell something was wrong. She asked me what was wrong and I broke down and sobbed. That was the day my faith took a turn for the worst. I remember thinking stuff like "God, how could you do this?" or "What am I going to do now, you ruined my life!". I just remember I had so much disgust and hatred against God. I still went to youth group but nothing was as fun. Our youth group was led by the volunteer youth leaders for about a year or two. We were searching for a qualified person to be our youth pastor. One day, we found her. She just so happened to be a new college graduate who attended our church. Pastor Beth.
Since then my faith has only grown. I am forever grateful for Pastor Beth. She has taught me so much and I have found God in all circumstances to be faithful. I feel I have been called into Youth Ministry. Though my life my be hard at times I know I can get through it with the help of God.
My goal is not to "convert" people to Christianity. My goal is that everyone who sees me sees God in me. I want people to learn from my actions. I want to be a good influence, Christian, friend, and soon to be pastor.
I only want the best for my friends and family. Most of my friends are non Christian or have fallen away. If I try to help them back up, they push me away. I know they think I'm pushy, but I'm only trying to help. I pray for every one of them EVERY DAY. Not one of them is a lost cause to me. I love every one of them. This is my testimony. I hope you enjoyed.
