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Before I came to Christ I was broken, I hated everyone around me, and I hated myself. Nothing gave me peace. When I was very young (probably 5 or 6) my mom told me a bit about how to become a Christian. I thought I had invited Jesus to live in me and be my savior. In reality all I did was drag God’s name through the mud by daring to call myself his follower. As I was growing up I received a large amount of abuse at school from my peers and even abuse at home from the very same person who told me that I was saved. As the years went by I became bitter and eventually I hated everything. I hated myself and everyone around me. After a while this hatred consumed me and all I wanted was to kill the people around me and if I could’ve I would have. Every day was like waking up to a hell for me. I felt like I didn’t belong anywhere and that nowhere or anybody wanted me. I was sad and hurt and full of rage at those around me. I had no confidence I felt as if I could do nothing. When I was 17 I moved away from Missouri, where all this was happening, and came to Texas. I made a few friends but for the most part those feelings stayed with me, that sadness and bitterness, and a rage that I could barely keep in check. One of my friends told me about his church and I just kinda listened and acknowledged it but I didn’t take it to heart. A while later for no reason I just asked if I could come and he said sure so every Wednesday I started going to his church ( where I’m still going) and I was eventually brought to Christ and baptized about 1 ½ months later. Accepting Christ into my life has brought me such a peace. I no longer feel any anger or hatred but a love for all around me and a desire for Christ’s kingdom.
Strangely enough about a month ago I was hanging out with a friend and I was dropping him off at his house and he asked if I wanted to come in for a bit and I said sure. On his porch was a kid who ran away from home. When I started hearing the things he was saying about why he ran away from home and he stuff he was going through it reminded me of how I used to be and I knew exactly how he felt. Everything he was going through I had been through. We talked with him for a bit and he eventually gave his life to Christ. My friend’s mom took him back to his house and when she got back she told me that my testimony reached him more than anything. He was saying things like “I met this kid named spenser, he was just like me.” I don’t know if my trials in the past were a preparation for things like this but I count these trials I’ve been through as a blessing that through them I can reach people for Christ who have and are going through that pain I was felt for so long.
Strangely enough about a month ago I was hanging out with a friend and I was dropping him off at his house and he asked if I wanted to come in for a bit and I said sure. On his porch was a kid who ran away from home. When I started hearing the things he was saying about why he ran away from home and he stuff he was going through it reminded me of how I used to be and I knew exactly how he felt. Everything he was going through I had been through. We talked with him for a bit and he eventually gave his life to Christ. My friend’s mom took him back to his house and when she got back she told me that my testimony reached him more than anything. He was saying things like “I met this kid named spenser, he was just like me.” I don’t know if my trials in the past were a preparation for things like this but I count these trials I’ve been through as a blessing that through them I can reach people for Christ who have and are going through that pain I was felt for so long.