I'm going to be Baptized on the 26th and I'm nervous. I'm the only one getting Baptized so that's even more nerve-racking. My Testimony is already made... I've never done one before so I have no idea what to expect. I spent a good few hours thinking, writing and re-writing - writing about something Spiritual is very hard.
Maybe I'm just worrying over nothing, I don't know. I would really like some feed-back on my Testimony, what I'm looking for is if it makes sense to everyone else and not just myself.
My Testimony
Ever since I was a kid, I've always believed someone was watching over me, guiding me. Though I didn't know who this person was, mom talked about Him a lot and we prayed every night before bed. One morning I drew Him a picture. I threw it up as high as I could to give it to Him, but it just floated down to the floor. I asked mom why He wouldn't take the picture I drew for Him. Mom tried to explain to me that He isn't from this world. It was like she was speaking a different language I did not understand. The only way my little mind could comprehend to what she just told me was to think of Him as a man with magic powers; mom called Him God.
Going to church most of my life, I didn't understand much of anything I was being taught. History was not my favorite subject, it bored me. I could be seen as one of those people who didn't get enough sleep before the Sermon. The Bibles made for teens were hard to keep reading. I only read the true stories or testimonies from other teens, but I didn't much learn from that either. My eyes were closed and the only thing I could see was the world around me; I was spiritually blind and yet there He was again in my consciousness, tugging at my heart.
Questions arose and I looked for answers in all the wrong places. Disappointment and discouragement took place – my trust in Him was lost. I felt the strong need to be in control of my life, but I never lost faith. Even though I blamed Him for leaving me, I never said with my mouth or mind that I didn't believe in Him. I knew if I said it that I'd be lying to myself and denying I felt His presence, so I continued my childish tantrum for years until finally, I gave into Him when I was at my lowest; unable to get myself out of a hole I stupidly dug for myself. In this hole, I was left to think about my actions. For a long time I thought I had to be strong for God or He'd never accept me. Truth is, He'll always love me for me and that I needed Him. The way I thought was backwards. He didn't need me, but I needed Him. And then He lifted the veil so I could see with new eyes.
Since then, I have been reading at least one chapter a day from the Bible, sometimes more, and trying to live the way He wants me to. Throughout my life, I have felt God's Love and each time it felt the same. The closest I can describe it is that it feels like paradise. An overpowering feeling that overrides the hate and disdain we sometimes feel in our hearts. Truly, He is real and He will never leave us, even when we can't feel His presence during turmoil, that is when He is even closer.
Maybe I'm just worrying over nothing, I don't know. I would really like some feed-back on my Testimony, what I'm looking for is if it makes sense to everyone else and not just myself.
My Testimony
Ever since I was a kid, I've always believed someone was watching over me, guiding me. Though I didn't know who this person was, mom talked about Him a lot and we prayed every night before bed. One morning I drew Him a picture. I threw it up as high as I could to give it to Him, but it just floated down to the floor. I asked mom why He wouldn't take the picture I drew for Him. Mom tried to explain to me that He isn't from this world. It was like she was speaking a different language I did not understand. The only way my little mind could comprehend to what she just told me was to think of Him as a man with magic powers; mom called Him God.
Going to church most of my life, I didn't understand much of anything I was being taught. History was not my favorite subject, it bored me. I could be seen as one of those people who didn't get enough sleep before the Sermon. The Bibles made for teens were hard to keep reading. I only read the true stories or testimonies from other teens, but I didn't much learn from that either. My eyes were closed and the only thing I could see was the world around me; I was spiritually blind and yet there He was again in my consciousness, tugging at my heart.
Questions arose and I looked for answers in all the wrong places. Disappointment and discouragement took place – my trust in Him was lost. I felt the strong need to be in control of my life, but I never lost faith. Even though I blamed Him for leaving me, I never said with my mouth or mind that I didn't believe in Him. I knew if I said it that I'd be lying to myself and denying I felt His presence, so I continued my childish tantrum for years until finally, I gave into Him when I was at my lowest; unable to get myself out of a hole I stupidly dug for myself. In this hole, I was left to think about my actions. For a long time I thought I had to be strong for God or He'd never accept me. Truth is, He'll always love me for me and that I needed Him. The way I thought was backwards. He didn't need me, but I needed Him. And then He lifted the veil so I could see with new eyes.
Since then, I have been reading at least one chapter a day from the Bible, sometimes more, and trying to live the way He wants me to. Throughout my life, I have felt God's Love and each time it felt the same. The closest I can describe it is that it feels like paradise. An overpowering feeling that overrides the hate and disdain we sometimes feel in our hearts. Truly, He is real and He will never leave us, even when we can't feel His presence during turmoil, that is when He is even closer.