Testimony

Last night my twin gave her testimony. I learned the reason why her father isn't around, which I thought about say once in the four years I have known her. And it started to make me think about my own testimony. Well he's a work in progress version:

I was raised in the church. My mother, her sisters and brother, and my grandmother all went to the same church and possibly raised there too. I remember going to Sunday school and playing with toys and then I got old enough went to the 1rst/2nd grade class where I think that is where a light bulb went off in my head. It said: "Jesus is the Son of God" and from that day on it has never been a doubt in my mind, that is how it is, end of story, right? Nope. So I went through all these classes, learning the right answers to all the teachers questions. And then 11th grade hit, and there was this one teacher that challenged me, he assumed we were all baptized but I wasn't, I didn't feel like I was ready. Well this man told me a little story about how the devil was talking with his demons and discussing how they can mess with people and one said, hang out in front of churches- but people would expect that. Another suggested that they convince people that they need to wait, that there is a perfect time to get baptized. And it hit me, what was I waiting for, well I knew now that I was no longer scared and that I could do, I just needed a little push, which came in the form of a little girl named India.

Well India got me involved in the youth fellowship at church and from there it get went. I made friends and eventually ran for Secretary however, in order to do that you had to be baptized, so I told my mom and grandma that i was gonna do it, and i did. I got up and said I wanted to be baptized. On January 1rst 2006 I was baptized with two very good friends of mine who happen to be 7/8 years younger than me, and some old people I don't really remember. I deciding to get baptized and actually doing it, I thought I needed to change my lifestyle because I was acting one way in school and a totally different way in church. But it was hard being nice in school when everyone was either mad at you or scared of you. But I endured.

One of the things I prayed for when applying to college was that I would find a group of Christians like the ones I had at home who would encourage me and I found one or two or three. And they are all amazing. I can say that I have grown tremendously over these years. Life doesn't get easier but as I endure I get stronger and stronger. I'm not saying I'm perfect and don't suffer from the same things I did five years ago, I just know where to go, who to turn to and hopefully what to pray. Recently I was fired from an internship and I really struggled with it, but I just had to break it down and support with biblical truths. No matter what the world thinks of me or do to me, I am loved. I am saved. I am blessed to even live another day. So I thank God for allowing me to share this story with you and I hope you will one day experience this joy, this peace in knowing you are precious and highly favored, no matter what. Just let go and let God.