My testimony...testimony's have always been a weird thing for me something I really could never relate to, it seemed they all went the same: I was a sinner doing drugs, robbing banks, hookin' on the streets (you get the point) I heard the gospel and then poof instantly stopped all the "major sin" in my life, got the perfect spouse, home, kids, job etc. And I don't deny that that really is a lot of people's testimony, I just honestly can't relate, if anything my testimony is almost the exact opposite.
The only time I ever related to someone's testimony was through Francis Chans book, The Forgotten God. Referring to his testimony " Was it when I first prayed as a little kid and believed I was speaking to someone? Was it in junior high, when I raised my hand after hearing an evangelist who literally scared the hell out of me? Was it when I got baptized? Was it in high school, when I actually had a personal relationship with Jesus? Could it have been in college when I came forward at a charismatic bible study to "receive the spirit"? Or was it later in life, when I chose to surrender my life fully to Jesus?" Reading that was such a breath of fresh air, finally someone I could relate to. I know every single person has a different story and purpose on this earth and that God made us all unique, but man it feels good to relate to someone finally.
So back to my testimony, because I feel God wants me to share it, and despite how weird I think it is at times, I think it's important.
My first experience with believing in God was at a very young age, probably around 4, I had an abusive Dad who abused me in every way, but this day he was hitting me with a belt for reasons only he knows, I remember how scared I was of him and my heart was beating so hard I though it was gonna come out of my chest. I honestly thought I was gonna die and before the first hit, I felt this supernatural power protect me, I didn't feel the pain and I had this overwhelming feeling of protection and comfort. Later when I went to church and heard about God, I finally could put a name to what I already experienced. So getting me to believe was never anything anyone had to convince me to do.
I grew up in church and I asked God into my heart at several different times, but it was my freshmen year at winter camp where once again I rededicated my life to Christ, where I feel I really understood and made changes in my life and actually starting having a relationship, not just belief in God. I definitely struggled all through high school with trying to earn my salvation and to be as sinless as possible, which is impossible and lead to a lot of guilt and defeat. So I spent most of my early 20's just living for fun and myself and then missing my relationship with God then feeling guilty and that was the vicious cycle for awhile.
Then at 25 my Step Dad Chuck died and that was a huge heartbreak, It really snapped me out of my selfishness and I was desperate for God, I couldn't put Him on the back burner anymore Jesus was the only hope I had. I started questioning my faith and if I really believed it my life should look a lot different. So I just dove into the Bible, christian books, sermon podcasts anything I could get my hands and I finally started to really get God's grace, something I believed God had for others, but something I struggled with to believe He had for me.
I slowly started making changes in my life and weeding out a lot of sin. I finally in the first time of my life I felt like I truly surrendered my life to Jesus. While all these amazing changes were happening to me and I was feeling like my actions were finally matching my beliefs, I was having heartbreak after heartbreak and honestly felt nothing was going my way. But through the heartbreak God was teaching me to trust in only Him and that His love is the most important to feel. A little over a year ago I read the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan and it just set my soul on fire, I felt an urgency to help people in a big way. A week later I signed up to go on a humanitarian trip to Tanzania Africa. Words cannot even describe the experience, but I came home a better person and in awe of the africans faith. Shortly after that God gave me the biggest gift of my life. He, supernaturally gave me the power to finally forgive my Dad and changed my heart towards him, God showed me that Jesus died for ALL of our sins, even our enemies and that I am no more deserving of God's forgiveness than my Dad.
Now I'm 30 and about to go on my second trip to Tanzania and my journey continues, I don't know what the future holds, all I know is without God nothing matters, and I humbled that the God of the universe loves me and is using me to help others.