And when I close me eyes
It's You I see
You're everything I know
That makes me believe
I'm not alone"
~ Michelle Branch, 'Everywhere'
I can't believe I never thought of posting my testimony on here, but I think it's because I don't have a super on-the-road-to-Damascus testimony. My story doesn't contain horrible abuse or being homeless or finding Jesus while my whole life was falling apart. Not that I don't admire and respect those people who do have testimonies like that. It's just mine isn�t like theirs.
I've been raised in a Christian family, with Christian parents. I was saved early in my life. I'm not sure exactly when, but I know I am saved, and I know I'll be going to Heaven someday. My parents dedicated me when I was a baby, and I was recently baptized (April 10, 2005!!!). I lean mostly toward Baptist and Charismatic denominations. So, I guess I'm a Charismatic Baptist. I believe in the Gifts of the Spirit: speaking in tongues and interpreting, miracles, healing, prophesy, and all of that other good stuff. God is still alive and well and doing great things here on planet earth. Who am I to say He's not?
I want to live for God. I want to be a walking image of Him, and I hope that when people see me, they see God shining through me. I want none of the glory or the praise, because everything that I have been given was God's in the first place. I read in one of my textbooks that God-given talents are still God-given, whether you use them for God's glory or your own. And I think I'd rather use my gifts for God's glory than for mine, because everything was created by Him and everything of mine goes back to Him. His fingerprints are on everything and everywhere, and I could never deny how He's shaped my life.
