thought I should share the whole story of my testimony of giving my life to the Lord…
I went to church as a kid with my grandma, but didn’t grow up in a Christian home. My parents said that if I was going to find religion, I’d have to do it on my own. I grew up always wanting to do the ‘good’ thing. Wait until I was married to have sex, not drink, not do drugs, do my homework, obey the teachers. all that stuff (never did drugs at least…)
In high school, a friend asked me what God had done for me to consider myself a believer. I couldn’t answer him. I gave up my faith but not the ‘good girl’ image for a few years. One day another friend told me why she believed and I walked away believing again as Jesus as my Savior (note: not Lord).
I only dated 1 guy in High School and that relationship was on and off for a few years after school too. He told me God had said we were to be married, and not knowing any better, I believed him. He was, I thought, a great catch. we even went to church together until he moved away. (he’s a good guy now, no hard feelings)
He said that his argument with God was that I was overweight. I was, and still am, but he later told me it was a childish way of handling things. Either way I set up this perfect little world around this life with him. When we did finally have our ugly breakup, I got really mad at God, I blamed Him.
I was in a place where I had to choose a life of partying or something else. I went to church on Easter (because good girls do that) and the pastor spoke on having a resurrected/new life. I gave Jesus Lordship of my life that day. I gave up control and let Him start working on the wall of bricks around my heart that I had built up. Let me tell you, its been a wild ride. But more on that later. 🙂