When I was two years old, my dad murdered my mom in front of me and threw me down the stairs. I barely survived and I lost my hearing. After years of different foster homes, I thank God for letting me "hear" about His love for me and His purpose for my life. In Christ, I'm not only a survivor; I'm a warrior for His truth!
I can't believe how much my life has changed in just a few weeks! Some friends from our high school football team invited me to go along to this camp. I figured, why not? Mountain hiking and rappelling sounded like a blast, and my buddies and I could run some hills to help us get ready for football.
Guess what? I did the Jesus thing! I always thought I was tough and could fight my way out of anything, but this speaker at camp made it clear that I couldn't fight my way out of my sin problem. Hell-no! Heaven-yes! Made sense to me!
If people are encouraged by hearing how someone's life can change for good, then I need to tell my story.
I don't know what happened to my mom. She either died or left when I was little. My father abused me physically and sexually. We lived on the streets or in cars and moved from city to city. I never went to school or had friends.
God's Story has changed My Story forever, and He has given me the opportunity to connect My Story to someone who sort of shares My Story. Let me explain:
When I was in fifth grade, my parents forced me to go to a private religious school. I did the whole rebellion thing and decided to get into Wicca and practice magic and other evil things. In junior high, some friends invivted me to come to our school's Campus Life club for free root beer floats; then they had this thing about God. I kept going every week after that, and I found Jesus! Actually He had been waiting for me. When I started living the Jesus-way, I stopped doing a lot of things that were bad for me.