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Well,I was actually this morning asked about my testimony on what brought me back from being Agnostic and decided to post in here my testimony. I will also state that if you are not one that believes in the sometimes supernatural ways God can work with us, then this is not a testimony you will enjoy. I will start by saying what lead me to being Agnostic was a lot of different things that have happened to me since I was probably around 4 or 5. With being sexually abused, being homeless at one point, being abandoned by my biological father when I was 9 and then by my brother when I was 10, among other things. I honestly felt that no loving God would let this happen to a young girl that loved him. So when I was 10 was when I began to doubt the existence of a God or at least a loving one. By the time I was 14 it had grown to all out hatred. I even began to get caught up in the occult. Of course all through out this time I am still going to church (my step father is a preacher) but I was also filled with hatred toward my mother and step father for following a Loveless God. When I was 16 was when it was at the worst, but is also when God started to work with me. When I was in a house meeting, not even really paying attention to to much of what was being said, there was an older lady that was praying for different people, and she kept looking over at me, and my mother dragged me up there to be prayed for. I was very resistant for a few moments and then I busted out crying and seriously praying and I closed my eyes and began to pray out loud and I pretty much blocked everything else and was just apologizing and committing my life to him once again. And I began to speak in a language that to this day I do not know what it was. And then I began to laugh and crying at the same time, uncontrollably but with so much Joy I had not rely in a long time. But it did not end there after that night, I still had a lot of anger. But I began to actually investigate the existence of a God. And what really convinced me was one night when I was 17 I was asleep, and when I sleep I wake up vey easily, even just to turn over. But this one night when I did so, I just prayed and said "God please, if you exist then show me! And if you really do care about me than show me that too! Just show me!" When I prayed this a peace came over me, and I began to feeling warm and light. And I opened my eyes, and I know this may sound crazy but I was no longer on my bed, but I was maybe a foot or two in the air, then I closed my eyes again and went back to sleep. And that right there is what convinced me of the existence of a God. But it still took me another year to grow to want to live for him, a year for him to help me understand my having gone through what I did. We are in a natural world and never in the Bible does it say we are exempt from the misery and ailments that come with living here. So yeah, that is the quickest version.