So, here I go, I’ll tell my story. Darlingwarhorse (a friend of my friend Shae – blogging brings us all together!) encouraged (“tagged”) people to share this on their blogs, and so I will do so. And in turn, I encourage all of you to write a post on your experience coming to God!

October 2006 Update: You can read other testimonies at The Tour of Testimonies!

And in writing this down, and reading it over, it might be a little serious. And freaking long! I hope it doesn’t come across as pretentious. If it does, so sorry, and wish me better luck next time.
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I started going to church as far back as my memory will take me. My mom was a evangelist so my sister and I were in church 8 days a week. As soon as we came home we ate and rushed out the door to get to church on time. Sitting on the pew is usually where we did our homework for the night. We were of the Penecostal denomination. It wasn’t the one where you don’t cut your hair and can’t wear pants. There are so many different ones I couldn’t tell you if we were called something inparticular or not. It’s odd to go back this far in my memory and think about all of this. It’s for the good though. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s hard to say when or how I became a Christian. I was born into a Christian family so Christ has always been in my life.

However I must give my maternal grandma credit for helping me to understand God’s love and showing me how to have a personal relation ship with Him. Grandma didn’t just speak it she lived it. She taught us to love one another and to forgive our enemies. If she hadn’t done it herself I would not have learned. She set an example and in my soul I knew she was like Jesus, so I wanted to be just like her. Read the rest of this entry »

As far back as I can remember I have been seeking God. I remember that when I was eight I took a World Culture course in school, which talked about all the religions. I came home and asked my dad (who used to be a pastor) how we could know that Jesus was the right answer. I don’t remember what he said, but I do remember that it wasn’t enough for me, I was still questioning.

A while after that my dad had our pastor over, so I could ask him how we could know that Jesus was the right way, and that Christianity was true. At this age I understood that there could only be one right answer, but I wasn’t sure what that answer was. Our pastor told me his testimony, but it sounded like emotional circumstance to me, I distinctly remember asking him “Yes, but how do you KNOW Jesus is the answer?” He told me “You just know!” Needless to say that was not a turning point in my life. I was more confused than I had been before the conversation. Read the rest of this entry »

I grew up in church, so I can’t remember the first time I heard the story of the Prodigal Son. It was just another Bible story like Noah and the ark, Joseph and the coat of many colors, or Moses and the parting of the Red Sea. I never gave it much thought.

As a teenager, I slowly turned away from the Christian foundation I had been given as a child. I had always been just on the fringe of being really popular because I didn’t drink and go to all the parties, and by my junior year I was sick of it. I jumped in with both feet and pretty quickly found myself dating one of the most popular boys in school, going to all the good parties (you know the ones that involved parents being out of town and kegs of beer), and rebelling from all I knew to be right. Read the rest of this entry »