My Testimony

I wanted to share my testimony today because I feel like it's somewhat different from most. I'm only 14 and was saved when I was 10, so I don't have a whole lot to say before I was saved. It's the journey after that has made me who I am.

I grew up in a Christian environment. My dad was the choir minister at my first church that I can remember. I loved that church a lot. Then we ended up moving and so we started attending a different church. He was also the choir director there too. I was there up until I was about 8 years old. Then they got a new pastor and we didn't really like him. We bounced around churches for a while until we found what is probably my favorite church. It was something different than what I was used to.

(A little backstory : The building that our church is in used to be an old paint-ball studio!)

There was a band. Not a choir. A BAND! And it was a small congregation, so it wasn't very hard to meet people. Everyone was very nice and we loved it there. So we decided to stick around.

Flash forward a few months to the summer. Anybody here remember The Boomerang Express from Lifeway? It was this series! I just remember having an overwhelming feeling of "God loves ME. He made ME!" and I wanted to know more.

So I guess my whole  getting saved story isn't too exciting. But of course if we flash forward again to sixth grade, we will see where my whole world changed.

In sixth grade you like to take an adventurous side of life. And to be completely honest, I was hanging out with the wrong people. I learned and used cuss words that I don't even know if my sister knew! It was ridiculous. And it didn't stop there.

I was a cheerleader. I was also in band, and chorus. So I was pretty close to a lot of people. I was the nice person in all of my musical classes, and a bad person in anything athletic. And I got made fun of it. Both sides of me. I ended up having to leave that school to be homeschooled.

But unfortunately, I didn't get better. The cussing went down. In fact, it came to an end. I haven't spoken a curse word since 2011. But when you get older and your hormones change, you can imagine how much attractiveness a guy can gain. But of course, I was homeschooled. The only way that I even talked to guys was at church (and unfortunately, the guy at church are "offlimits") and through facebook/texting. So I went to a last resort. I went to youtube and typed in how to make out. It was just a stupid howcast video, but we all know those pesky little "related videos". And it was bad. It got to the point where I was actually pleased with watching two girls make out. It was really sad. And in the comments of one video, there was a link to a porn site. I went to that site and watched 5 videos. I'm 14! I shouldn't know what a penis looks like, but I do. And does it disgust me? No. It's a human body part. But I feel like the only time that I was supposed to know what one looks like is my wedding night.

In the end, I still have looked at video of people making out. I haven't gone back to the porn site, but I am tempted. I'm still working on my walk. But I don't consider my walk a bad thing.

It's a little scrambled and I didn't really go anywhere with this post, but it needed to be said. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and God bless.

Stressed from School

I don't know how many times I have to say this, but I am ready for this school year to be over. All it has been is a big blur of stress. Test here, test there. Study now, no now, no now! It's all so frustrating and I'm tired of it.

In 3 weeks I have my end of the year test that determines whether or not I get into High School. I am scared out of my shoes that I am going to fail. I haven't really learned anything this year and I feel that I'm either going to barely make it, or I'm going to fail miserably. Whatever it is, I'm not ready.

On a side note, Easter is in 4 days! Other than Christmas, Easter is my favorite holiday. Mainly because I wake up and spend the whole day at church. And I mean the WHOLE day. I go to the sunrise service, and then I help at Kids Church for the 9 o'clock and the 11 o'clock service. Don't get me wrong, I love helping. But I have a feeling I am going to be a little tired after 1 o'clock.

After church I go to my grandparents house and eat food, talk, and eat more food. I love that part of the day.

In the end, I am just ready for summer and a fresh start. It is needed.