So, hey! This is my story I guess. It’s not much, but I hope it blesses you in some way. :)
I grew up in a Christian home, I’ve always been homeschooled, I’ve never had a cuss word on my iPod. My parents are strict in kind of a chill way. Anyways, I sort of thought I was saved when I was 6, but I didn’t really mean it. I knew I wasn’t really saved. It was at a Christian performance thing, and the guy was like “I don’t care if your saved or not, I want you to pray this prayer anyways.” So I did. I didn’t mean it though. I was only saying words, not praying. So, life goes on, and it stinks. I act like a brat to all of my bestfriends, I’m always crying for whatever stupid reason, and I’m just tired of being different. I started going to this youth group about 40 minutes away from where I live. I get there, and everybody’s so like, cheerful. I’m used to people around my age being all mean and snobbish. But these people were so nice. So yeah, I kind of didn’t like it at first, it was just weird being around people like that. I figured out that they had something I didn’t, a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. So later on, at a concert type thing, I really surrendered my life to Christ. I actually meant it. It was awesome.
I never committed any crimes, I never drank, smoke, or any of that kind of stuff. But I was lost, and now I’m found. I don’t need some big sob story to go with that. :)
God bless all of you! :)