SavedI was 15 when I became Seventh-Day Adventist. St the time, my whole world was falling a part. My dad was walking out on us...again. We were losing our house. There was barely any food to eat, because my mom was so consumed in her pain, that she digressed to being the child, while my sisters and I had to play the role of the parent. We were constantly reassuring her that everything would be okay, when she should have been the one reassuring and protecting us. My entire life, I had been put through this type of let down. I'd suffered abuse at the hands of my mom's countless boyfriends. I'd watched my mother be broken down into nothing and she just let it happen without even the smallest fight. I was raised to doubt my self worth. And this situation just broke the camels back. I wasn't going to school because I was too depressed to get out of bed. I went without eating because my nerves wouldn't let me. I disassociated myself with my friends. I shut everyone out.
Then, one day, I just wanted to get better. My best friend had become a SDA a couple years before me. She had been trying to get me to come to church and I said I would several times but ended up backing out because I had grown to believe organized religion was full of judgement and animosity towards people like me. But I didn't no where else to turn, so I called her up and asked her to come get me that Saturday. She was more than willing. The second I stepped into that church, I felt peace. Everyone was so kind and accepting. I knew I was where I was supposed to be. Over the next couple of months, I attended faithfully. The emptiness inside wasn't so empty. I grew to love these people and they loved me. Even better, my faith and love for God continued to grow.
But all good things are accompanied by the bad. The devil saw me coming to God and attacked me more than ever. Worst part was that he was using my mom to do it. She despised my new found faith. She didn't understand it and she didn't want to. She kicked me out on several occasions. She told me I wasn't a real Christian and that I was going to hell. On one occasion, she grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me through the house. I almost wanted to give up just to end the fighting. But I just couldn't bring myself to walk away. I knew it was something I had to fight for. Over the years, she's learned to "tolerate" it. God has protected me and stood by me.
When I was 16, I was baptized into the SDA church. Although I didn't have the support of my family, I had the support of my church family. God used them to give me the strength to make it. It's been a hard road these three years, but I'm getting through it. I thank God for bringing me to this faith. It saved my life. I don't know that I would be here without the support group he has given me. I praise him for this amazing gift and opportunity. I am 18 now, and I am clinging to him as I begin another chapter of my life.
brokenyetstrong 18-21 16 Responses 5 Aug 17, 2011