Here’s a bit about me and my faith experience.
I can’t really put an exact date on when I devoted my life to Christ. It’s almost as if it was a slow transition.
I was raised in a Christian home, by a mother and father who both love Christ. I went to a small church, maybe twenty people every Sunday. Most of what I knew of my faith back then I learned from my grandfather, and it is safe to say that if it wasn’t for me seeing the amount of faith he had, that I would not be who I am today.
I battled a self-proclaimed depression from age 12 to about 15. During that time I spent hours thumbing over the idea of a God in my head. I eventually came to the conclusion that there could not be a God. I continued to go to church, but I never gave thought to any of it. I slowly became a little devil. My mother out of concern for me signed me up for Acquire the Fire in my Freshman year of high school. I went, and it at least got me thinking about God again. But it wasn’t until the next year that something extraordinary happened.
I was at Acquire the Fire again, moved to tears by the words of the speakers and the praises being lifted up around me. I sat huddled in my chair praying for God to wrap me in his arms and hold on to me. I can’t put into words what happened next. The experience was absolutely the most wonderful feeling I have ever had. Ever. It can’t be topped. I truly experienced God’s presence right then and there. I burst into even more tears, and promised that I would never again doubt the existence of God. But I still wasn’t a Jesus Freak.
One and a half years later I started going to a new church by myself, with a large youth
group where I felt more at home. I developed my love and understanding of God there, and continue to do so.
If I had to put an exact date on when I turned my life over to Christ, I would say that it was in June of 2007 during Saints Alive, a mission trip my church does within our community. A guest preacher opened my eyes to the reality of God’s gift to me. Jesus Christ.
