Everyone has one, right? Typically it’s “I didn’t believe I God, but then I went to a Youth Group meeting.” Or “I was raised in church.” But mine is not that typical.
When I was almost sixteen years old I fell into some pretty deep depression. I had just had surgery on my mouth, lost my boyfriend of years, and had no friends. It was a rough patch for a young teenager. After a few nights of getting texts telling me I should be ashamed of myself and I should kill myself (for trying to figure out why I was dumped) I had a dream. Yep, I had a dream. Ariel’s dad, the King on The Little Mermaid, came to me and explained to me that he was God. He said I was strong, he said I would be okay, and he said things would work themselves out. That’s all it took for me to start the road towards claiming a religion.
But let’s be honest here, just saying you’re a Christian does not make you a Christian. I prayed every morning and night, but that wasn’t enough.
After not being accepted to any schools I applied to, I got “stuck” at Emmanuel College, a Christian university near my hometown. That’s where I decided to pick up my first bible, listen to preachers and prophets, and met some great influences on my religion.
I signed up for mission trips, started studying the bible, attended convocation every Tuesday, that’s when I decided that I was up for the challenge of being a true Christian. So far, it’s been fun.
I’m not a judgmental, hypocritical, over-bearing “Christian”. I’m a disciple. I follow Christ, his kindness, love, compassion for people, that’s what I have. Because that’s what a real Christian is.
This is only the beginning and I can’t wait to see where it takes me!