I grew up in a Christian home. My parents tried to teach and raise me in the way that I should go, they did the best they could. When I turned 17 I thought I knew best, I thought I could lie and get away with it. I had my daddy’s car, I was ‘at the mall’ or ‘riding my horse’. No, I was with my boyfriend in the backseat of that car, throwing away everything that I was taught. He said he loved me. I believed him. I thought somehow, some way, I thought that it was alright and I would never be found out. After I graduated high school, I went to a discipleship school. It was a Baptist school about 7 hours away; I still was holding the secret, yet to be discovered. That was until my parents logged into my Facebook account and found pictures and messages.
After being at the Baptist school for 2 months, I was sent home for breaking the rules, sneaking out, and meeting my new boyfriend (the previous one being dumped via text). Again, I thought I could evade the rules and skip over Godly standards. When I came home, I dedicated my life to God for a year… or at least 6 months. I again started to buck the rules my parents had set down. At this point my dad said he couldn’t have me influencing my 6 younger siblings. I had to move out. I moved into a house with 4 other people. I started to drink, I got tattooed, I started playing with guys again. Playing with fire, not realizing how badly I was going to get burned. I ended up losing my virginity to some ‘Christian’ guy. I lost everything.
Then a family from an Apostolic church decided to invite me to come one to church Sunday. I thought the church was a little weird during the service. But conviction fell heavy during alter call. I cried out to God. After going to the church for about a month, I received the Holy Ghost and then I was baptized in Jesus’ name 4 months later. The road hasn’t been easy. I’ve fallen and fallen hard, but God has pulled me up, up out of the muck and mire that I was wallowing in. He has reminded me that I was HIS and HIS alone. No one can ever take that from you. Not ever. No matter how hard or how far you have fallen, God will still pick you up and hold you close.
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