I could say that God has been a big part of my family for generations, but I was not drawn to God entirely by that. I think I first found God at 13, when a friend of mine from elementary school invited me to come hang out at the PCC middle school group called T.N.T. There were about two months where I found myself seeking God and talking to a "higher power," that culminated when I signed my name in a Bible. I felt like I had done something very important. But after that, I didn't pursue it further. You could say that a seed had been planted, because I forgot about it, but not entirely. Fifteen years later, I've been struggling in my life to find purpose, identity, and direction, among life's daily struggles and came back to the PCC to join the young adults' (YA) group that my sister was a part of.
I was drawn in by the community, much like my first connection to God 15 years earlier, and my own doubt didn't seem to matter. At the YA Fall retreat in October, I finally opened myself up fully and totally to God. He has touched me, guided me, and even pulled me towards Him. In one night, it felt like God changed me forever. In reality, I know He has been there my whole life. I believe that Jesus Christ died on the cross to redeem all our sins. He is healer, guide, and my connection to God. Jesus loves me without question, He is my friend and I believe He is my Savior without doubt. The shackles that held me down were broken. I initiated a covenant with God, I have been baptized, and I want to let the world know that I have been saved!
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