What is there to say, my other friends have a testimoney page, I guess because everyone has a story...a history. I've heard many stories of people with rough backgrouds surviving such things as abuse, and other family related problems. Recovering from past mistakes and wrongs done to them...moving on, and going forward with there life, using these hard times as motivation, and as a strength. Using them as knowledge of knowing what not to do and what happens in the world we live in. My story is not necessarily a sad one...I grew up in what seemed like the perfect life for a kid. I had no real rules, I could watch whatever I wanted on TV, which seemed like a good thing, but in reality hurt me in my childhood. I grew up in view of images that most kids would not see untill they got older...violence, sex, being exposed to these things made me see them as "OK". I lived with my step dad, and my mother. I have not seen my father since before I turned one. My step dad liked to drink, and he was either gone or drunk the majority of my child hood. He wasn't a happy drunk, he was an abusive one, since my mom, my bro, and I were all there was around, then thats what he used. My mom has survived bruises,black eyes, and I recently found out what any other person would call rape. My brother was too young to really understand at the time. He doesn't realize that he wronged us. We weren't severly beat or anything, my mom got most of that. After nine years of fighting, screaming, yelling, abuse, and affairs, my mom finally got the nerve to leave him. She was depressed with him, she was depressed with out him...unfit to really take care of all our needs while she was crying in the other room, wondering what she could have possibly done wrong to make him hate her so much. We stayed in the county, but moved a total of 8 times after the separation. I had never had an oppurtunity to find out what I really should be living for. I viewed church as a boring place for old people and religious fanatics. I never really denyed the existence of God, but all the same I definitely didn't acknowledge it. One day, by some miracle, a friend of mine invited me to a lock in at a church he went to. It seemed like it didnt do anything, but a year later, I went to church with him one time. Then another, and I started coming regularly. I was invited to church camp over the summer, and I got the money to go. That week, I learned all about Christ, and how God gave us his Son, to die for us all, so that we may go to heaven. I accepted Christ that week, and since then have grown and learned in my Christian faith. Isn't it amazing?? How we low humans, whose very nature is to sin, may go to heaven and be with God by simply accepting his Son as Lord and Savior. I think its great and I praise and thank God, for that one time I was invited to church, and eventually I turned from a person simply drifting blindly through life, to a full beliver. No one is ever perfect, we all make mistakes and sin, yes Christians too. Thanks for reading, and if you have any questions or anything you would like to say, please email me.
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