I havent actually /really/ shared how I came to Christ here before. In fact I havent really done it publicly online before, and only a few times to other followers a few times online. And I got mixed responses, many of them just never really messaged me back after asking me how I came to Him. I am not entirely sure why, though it is true to say that I was put through something terrifying in order to lead me to Him, and maybe not everyone wants to believe that God does these things in order to make us realize that we need Him more than anything. I HAVE shared my testimony in the real world with other Christians, however, and almost all of them listened to me, and responded extremely well to my testimony and one of them even introduced me to another Christian who went through the same thing I did.
I havent posted it here yet, though. A big part of the reason is because it is actually somewhat of a long story, or rather, Im not good at explaining things with as few words as possible, so I always kind of imagined no one would even read it anyways
I also kinda wonder at some of the responses Id receive, maybe someone wouldnt like the story of what happened to me, and would want to say very negative things in response to me. But thinking about it, thats a pretty weak reason to not do this 
But, I do believe its important for me to share what happened to me with other followers of Christ, because I believe a big reason why God does these things is for us to share with others in order to encourage their faith in Him.
I will try my hardest to make this as short as possible, though. But it will probly be a bit long
I will also break it up into paragraphs in order to not blind those who read it 
I do hope that you will read it until the end.
1) Okay, so as most people here know, I come from the transgender and homosexual lifestyle. That goes back very far to the time I was just a child, I remember having those thoughts when I was just a little kid, and fantasizing about being the opposite gender and all of that stuff. When I got a little older, I met a satanist who was a friend of my little brother named James. He met me, and for some reason became friends (satan can guide us to people to lead us away from God, just as God can guide us to Him :/) and he gave me his satanic bible. I read the entire thing, and in my rebellious and totally unwise no-nothing teenage life, I decided to jump on that wagon with him and follow along. I got into some bad things, started wearing all black clothes and listened to awful music, and took on beliefs that I knew were terribly evil. I followed this life for about a year and a half, and I started practicing communicating with the what I thought was the dead with another friend I had met who had this interest as well, named Derick. We found my sisters ouiji board, and talked to whoever would answer us, and it didnt take long to get a response. It was a spirit who claimed to be a british woman who had killed herself, and seemed very interested in getting to know me.
2) We communicated with the spirit for some time, and asked it stupid things a child would ask, and it encouraged our belief that there was no God, and that when we died we just wandered the earth as ghosts with no condemnation whatsoever. It then said it wanted to continue talking with me. I asked how we could, and it explained to me that I could talk with it using pen and paper, to do what we did with the ouiji board, but let the spirit control my arm and write to me that way. So, not knowing what I was doing or who was actually in control of the writing, I did it when I got home. I left dericks, and btw, that morning when we woke up, he became extremly ill, and after that night he literally never talked to me again ever. But I went home, and I continued communicating with this spirit. It told me that it was "in love with me", and wanted me to kill myself so we could be together forever. I thought about it, but I never actually wanted to do such a thing, I had dreams in life that I wanted to acheive so I never actually did it. It would continue pushing me to do it, but I never did it and eventually stopped talking with the spirit.
3) A few months later, I brought this new "ability" I had learned to James, and he seemed very excited. We did it together and met another girl who had killed herself, and this time was from a small town in our state. We talked to her, and once again this spirit seemed interested in only me, and with James there with us, it told me to kill myself and be with her forever. I again continued on talking with this spirit, but never did it and eventually stopped doing it once more for a long while.
4) Near the end of my "satanist" phase as a child, I began having weird dreams and anxieties. I kept having these dreams about what was going to happen to me when I died, I remember a couple well, there was one where I was talking to my mother about God, she was trying to tell me how important it was that I come to Him and repent, and I scoffed at Him, and when I did I remember in my dream having a sudden painful heart attack, and my mother grew angry and told me that I was never to scoff at the Lord, in a very serious and scary tone. And another one, I remember looking out from a mountain, and I could see fire falling from the sky, and the entire world was burning. I remember feeling how extremely serious this was, and I remember looking down at a hill beneath me, and I saw Christ, in white robes, with a light shining down on Him. And he had a small flock of like 10 people circled around Him, all bowed on their knees to Him, and I remember seeing them all ascend into the light, and leaving safely. And I remember well taking notice how I was left to burn on the earth. And it was around then that I started to feel maybe I wasnt following the right path, and that I needed to leave my evil ways, and I finally at that point began to question "what is actually going to happen to me when I die?"
5) It wasnt long after these dreams that I began losing faith in whatever it was I believed the devil was, and I started to actually consider the God of Abraham. But I had like no actual idea of who He was, so I wasnt really sure what I should do. I remember riding the bus one day to school, and I was considering my friends I had at the time, they were all terrible people who would steal from you and spread rumors about you and other horrible things, and I strongly felt that I needed to get away from them, right now. I considered God, and I made a somewhat prayer to Him to help me find a good friend, someone like me that I could be with and would be good to me. And literally, like that day, there was a Christian guy who I kinda knew from another friend named Michael. I would often see him in the morning with another friend, and we would talk occasionally, but never really knew each other at all. But that morning he decided to really get to know me. And after that we became like seriously good friends. When we first met, we were kinda stand offish, and if you asked him this, he would totally confirm it, and tell you we had absolutely no earthly reason to ever have become friends
6) So, I learned more about Michael, learned that he like liked all the same stuff I did, and found out that we were seriously like the best pair of people to become friends that had ever existed
We began to spend every moment outside of school together. He eventually would talk to me about God, and at first I would argue, but he took it well, often rebuking me with a question that would totally stump me
And if it got too heated hed drop it and change the subject with a joke
I had at this time began to realize the importance of righteousness, that one could not be "evil", that it was the worst possible path for the earth to take, and I did start to have a true desire to be good, to love others, to have sympathy, to care for those around me, to be kind and helpful, and to consider others with every action. And although this seems small, I do think it was a major incident in my life, I had begun to understand, just a little even though I was still not with God, that being righteous was in fact that best path to take.
7) I was still struggling with God, however. I did still have the whole transgender thing in my life, and still dreamed of living that out one day, and not knowing God yet, still was confused on why something so "harmless" could be evil. And through this, I did let myself continue wandering away from God again, and even for a bit decided that good was right and all, but God wouldnt care about things like wanting to be something you arent, and even decided to not believe in God at all. And once again, I began to have these fears and anxieties, and this time even worse than before. I one day even just knew I was going to go to hell when I died, and out of no where I began to really fear dying, and knew I had to find help. I didnt know why I was going through this, I only know that I had begun to feel terrified.
8) So, one night, I was in fear of what was happening to me, and I kept thinking about God, and Christ, and who they were, and started to consider maybe I didnt even know who He was, and that I needed to truly reach out to Him. So I did, I totally broke down. I ended up in tears on my bed, and called out to Him. I talked to Him about how I didnt know what was happening, and that I knew that I had messed up as a young teenager. I talked to Him about how I was afraid and that I wish I had never followed that path. I asked Him over and over to help me not be scared, and to please forgive me. I did it over and over, and then completely out of no where, I felt like all the weight on me had been taken off of me, and I felt totally over joyed, like filled with energy that I wanted to get up on my bed and dance
I had never felt so overjoyed in my life. And I then heard a voice in my head, and it said to me "You have already been forgiven".
9) To this day those words have stuck with me, and I think I understand their meaning. I was pleading over and over in my bed that night to be forgiven, like I refused to believe I could be, and thought I was doomed. I believe this was God reassuring me that I need not ask Him again, that the moment I came to Him and sought His mercy, that He had already given it to me. And right at that moment I totally rejoiced in His name, and I promised myself that I would always believe in Him, that I knew that Christ was true, that I had seen and had been given proof, and that I would never not believe in Him again. And I can tell you that I kept that word, to this day I have been 100% aware that He is in fact true, and no one has been able to lead me away from Him again :3
BUT!
This is not the end of the story :/
10) I am sad to say that though I did at that moment /believe/ in Him, I was STILL not aware that I truly had to give my life to Him. This happened when I was 20, and since then I have kept my word that I would believe in Him no matter what. But I still hadnt began to seek Him, in His word. I was still living with my desires. The whole "being a girl" thing was /still/ my focus, and as I began to fall into sexuality, I had walked into homosexuality, and began following that too. I walked into that life fully now, and became a passionate defender of the lbgt movement. I forced it on everyone I knew, including my best friend Michael, and of course he was not happy, and this only fueled my belief that I was right and the Christian community didnt get it. So I mixed my belief in Him with my lbgt life, and spread the word that the lbgt could live that life and be with God. I also finally began to live out my "dream" at this time, I changed my name to Jessica, and started dressing as a girl everywhere I went.
11) And, still not understand God at all yet, I decided to try to get back into auto writing, the act of letting a spirit use you to write to you and others. This was around the time shows like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures were HUGE, and my family were big fans of these shows, and I became one too. I became obsessed with ghosts, and still not knowing what was true, I thought back to those spirits I had communicated with in the past, and thought about how I could do that again, but lead these "people" to God. So I did it, and the spirit who was following me totally decided to play along, and pretened to be people seeking God. So I told them to pray and all this, and then I remember one I was talking to then started to try and scare me, it called me by the name my mother and father had given me, and told me I was going to die, and said other horrible things. STILL NOT KNOWING who I was talking to, I got scared and stopped, but then decided it must have been a "bad ghost" and figured I would ignore it and try it again. I did, and this time I met the spirit of a man named Arni. He of course killed himself, and was a gay man who wanted to be with me. He didnt tell me to kill myself, but instead incouraged me to continue writing with him, and be with him that way. And I did.
12) And about two weeks later, I began to hear voices in my head. It was the voice of Arni. I wasnt scared either, which probly seems weird, but I almost felt it was totally normal. I mean, I was already communicating with him through the pen and paper, and I believed he was there, so I decided it must be normal to occasionally hear his voice. But it became awful not long after, I began to hear it all the time and all day long. And it became mean, it would say bad things about me, about being transgender, and it would make me angry. I still believed it was a ghost of a man though. I decided to enjoy my life, and just try hard to not listen to the voice in my head anymore. I lived on regardless, and I found a boyfriend on a video game fan forum, and went on living my life and even enjoying it despite this. And I did it until May of 2014.
13) The voice had pretended to be many other people at this time, and I had begun to believe I must be a psychic, even though every voice just insulted me for being transgender :/ But then on that day in May, the voice changed. It wasnt just some voice saying mean things, it then became a loud and terrifying voice, I began to not hear it in my head either, I could actually hear it in my ears, like as if someone were talking to me in another room, and I couldnt see them. I could hear what the voice sounded like, and it was loud, and screaming at me. It wasnt talking like a person anymore.
14) It was now saying things like "welcome to hell" and "your gonna burn" and "youre f***ed", and it was loud, and I started to feel extreme fear and anxiety unlike anything I have ever felt. When I begged God to help me, it would laugh at me and tell me to go ahead and pray, that God wasnt listening to me anymore. It would tell me about how so many people are saved every day, but it was too late for me, that I had condemned myself with my life I had been living. It was the most horrible thing I had ever felt. It really tormented me, it caused me pains and heaviness on my chest, it wouldnt let me sleep, I literally went days and days with zero sleep, and at times it would even cause me serious pain in my head. It would talk about how it was going to destroy me, how I was gonna cry and beg, and how it was gonna hurt me. I cant describe how horrible and terrifying it was. I would beg God for help, and one night I was so scared that I grabbed my bible and begged God to show me something to help me. I then just flipped my bible open to any page, letting it open itself. And when the page stopped I closed my eyes and put my finger anywhere on the page it landed.
Now, keep in mind, when I did this, I was in extreme fear. I did not think about writing down what verses I was shown, I was just looking for help. I do remember a few of them, and will share them, but I dont remember all of them.
15) The first verse I was shown, I dont remember which verse it was, but it was a verse that talked about when we leave God, He then leaves us too. I didnt understand though, not knowing His word, I believed I was following Him merely by believing in Him. So I asked for another verse to explain what He meant, and did it again. And He did explain it.
16) This time, I know the verse He gave me
It was deuteronomy 22:5 - A man shall not wear the cloak of a woman, and a woman shall not wear the garments of a man, for the Lord detests those who do this
Haha, my jaw dropped when I opened my eyes and read this verse my finger was on
This was clearly reffering to my transgender lifestyle
I couldnt believe it. I asked for more help, really just to find comfort
And I got a verse in Isaiah that said that when a man learns the law and follows it, he will not die. But when a man learns the law and does not follow it, he will die. And I asked about my name, and was shown the story of how John was given his name, that his family wanted him to be named after Zacariah, but his mother and father wanted to follow God and name him John, and when the father wrote "his name will be John", the Lord gave him the ability to speak again, and the whole family praised God.
17) I have come to God ever since that night with my bible, I did throw away all my transgender things, all my clothes, my trans flags and banners, all my pins and buttons, my transgender character idols I had collected. I told my mom what had happened, and I changed my name back to what I was given at birth. It wasnt easy, sadly. I did feel weird about the change at first, and I didnt wanna have to tell everyone I knew, that knew me, that I was leaving it, and I did at first feel weird about living as a boy :/ And I did have a feeling of sadness pushed on me, I didnt let it control me this time though, I do believe the enemy does have power over these things, and I have decided to set my heart on God, even against my "feelings". And they have become easier too, and I know that anyone can do this too, if they choose to open their heart to God.
And I can tell anyone anywhere, with full conviction, everything we have been warned of is entirely true. God is real, He is watching us, and the enemy does prowl at us like a lion, with a wrath, and he does control our entire world, and he does guide every single one of us against God in hopes to kill us.
Haha, I do 100% believe this entire horrible time in my life was allowed to happen by God, in order to call me, and then let me become such a strong fighter for the lbgt cause, all in order to show me my own errors, and help me go out and share the Gospel with others who are stuck in this life like I was. And now I have a strong desire to help those who are like I was, and help them find Him too :3
Im sorry this was so long, but I do feel that I needed to share as much as possible, and I hope you made it through until the very end :3 Feel free to ask me any questions at all you might have, and I will try to answer them as best as I can.
I havent posted it here yet, though. A big part of the reason is because it is actually somewhat of a long story, or rather, Im not good at explaining things with as few words as possible, so I always kind of imagined no one would even read it anyways
But, I do believe its important for me to share what happened to me with other followers of Christ, because I believe a big reason why God does these things is for us to share with others in order to encourage their faith in Him.
I will try my hardest to make this as short as possible, though. But it will probly be a bit long
I do hope that you will read it until the end.
1) Okay, so as most people here know, I come from the transgender and homosexual lifestyle. That goes back very far to the time I was just a child, I remember having those thoughts when I was just a little kid, and fantasizing about being the opposite gender and all of that stuff. When I got a little older, I met a satanist who was a friend of my little brother named James. He met me, and for some reason became friends (satan can guide us to people to lead us away from God, just as God can guide us to Him :/) and he gave me his satanic bible. I read the entire thing, and in my rebellious and totally unwise no-nothing teenage life, I decided to jump on that wagon with him and follow along. I got into some bad things, started wearing all black clothes and listened to awful music, and took on beliefs that I knew were terribly evil. I followed this life for about a year and a half, and I started practicing communicating with the what I thought was the dead with another friend I had met who had this interest as well, named Derick. We found my sisters ouiji board, and talked to whoever would answer us, and it didnt take long to get a response. It was a spirit who claimed to be a british woman who had killed herself, and seemed very interested in getting to know me.
2) We communicated with the spirit for some time, and asked it stupid things a child would ask, and it encouraged our belief that there was no God, and that when we died we just wandered the earth as ghosts with no condemnation whatsoever. It then said it wanted to continue talking with me. I asked how we could, and it explained to me that I could talk with it using pen and paper, to do what we did with the ouiji board, but let the spirit control my arm and write to me that way. So, not knowing what I was doing or who was actually in control of the writing, I did it when I got home. I left dericks, and btw, that morning when we woke up, he became extremly ill, and after that night he literally never talked to me again ever. But I went home, and I continued communicating with this spirit. It told me that it was "in love with me", and wanted me to kill myself so we could be together forever. I thought about it, but I never actually wanted to do such a thing, I had dreams in life that I wanted to acheive so I never actually did it. It would continue pushing me to do it, but I never did it and eventually stopped talking with the spirit.
3) A few months later, I brought this new "ability" I had learned to James, and he seemed very excited. We did it together and met another girl who had killed herself, and this time was from a small town in our state. We talked to her, and once again this spirit seemed interested in only me, and with James there with us, it told me to kill myself and be with her forever. I again continued on talking with this spirit, but never did it and eventually stopped doing it once more for a long while.
4) Near the end of my "satanist" phase as a child, I began having weird dreams and anxieties. I kept having these dreams about what was going to happen to me when I died, I remember a couple well, there was one where I was talking to my mother about God, she was trying to tell me how important it was that I come to Him and repent, and I scoffed at Him, and when I did I remember in my dream having a sudden painful heart attack, and my mother grew angry and told me that I was never to scoff at the Lord, in a very serious and scary tone. And another one, I remember looking out from a mountain, and I could see fire falling from the sky, and the entire world was burning. I remember feeling how extremely serious this was, and I remember looking down at a hill beneath me, and I saw Christ, in white robes, with a light shining down on Him. And he had a small flock of like 10 people circled around Him, all bowed on their knees to Him, and I remember seeing them all ascend into the light, and leaving safely. And I remember well taking notice how I was left to burn on the earth. And it was around then that I started to feel maybe I wasnt following the right path, and that I needed to leave my evil ways, and I finally at that point began to question "what is actually going to happen to me when I die?"
5) It wasnt long after these dreams that I began losing faith in whatever it was I believed the devil was, and I started to actually consider the God of Abraham. But I had like no actual idea of who He was, so I wasnt really sure what I should do. I remember riding the bus one day to school, and I was considering my friends I had at the time, they were all terrible people who would steal from you and spread rumors about you and other horrible things, and I strongly felt that I needed to get away from them, right now. I considered God, and I made a somewhat prayer to Him to help me find a good friend, someone like me that I could be with and would be good to me. And literally, like that day, there was a Christian guy who I kinda knew from another friend named Michael. I would often see him in the morning with another friend, and we would talk occasionally, but never really knew each other at all. But that morning he decided to really get to know me. And after that we became like seriously good friends. When we first met, we were kinda stand offish, and if you asked him this, he would totally confirm it, and tell you we had absolutely no earthly reason to ever have become friends
6) So, I learned more about Michael, learned that he like liked all the same stuff I did, and found out that we were seriously like the best pair of people to become friends that had ever existed
7) I was still struggling with God, however. I did still have the whole transgender thing in my life, and still dreamed of living that out one day, and not knowing God yet, still was confused on why something so "harmless" could be evil. And through this, I did let myself continue wandering away from God again, and even for a bit decided that good was right and all, but God wouldnt care about things like wanting to be something you arent, and even decided to not believe in God at all. And once again, I began to have these fears and anxieties, and this time even worse than before. I one day even just knew I was going to go to hell when I died, and out of no where I began to really fear dying, and knew I had to find help. I didnt know why I was going through this, I only know that I had begun to feel terrified.
8) So, one night, I was in fear of what was happening to me, and I kept thinking about God, and Christ, and who they were, and started to consider maybe I didnt even know who He was, and that I needed to truly reach out to Him. So I did, I totally broke down. I ended up in tears on my bed, and called out to Him. I talked to Him about how I didnt know what was happening, and that I knew that I had messed up as a young teenager. I talked to Him about how I was afraid and that I wish I had never followed that path. I asked Him over and over to help me not be scared, and to please forgive me. I did it over and over, and then completely out of no where, I felt like all the weight on me had been taken off of me, and I felt totally over joyed, like filled with energy that I wanted to get up on my bed and dance
9) To this day those words have stuck with me, and I think I understand their meaning. I was pleading over and over in my bed that night to be forgiven, like I refused to believe I could be, and thought I was doomed. I believe this was God reassuring me that I need not ask Him again, that the moment I came to Him and sought His mercy, that He had already given it to me. And right at that moment I totally rejoiced in His name, and I promised myself that I would always believe in Him, that I knew that Christ was true, that I had seen and had been given proof, and that I would never not believe in Him again. And I can tell you that I kept that word, to this day I have been 100% aware that He is in fact true, and no one has been able to lead me away from Him again :3
BUT!
This is not the end of the story :/
10) I am sad to say that though I did at that moment /believe/ in Him, I was STILL not aware that I truly had to give my life to Him. This happened when I was 20, and since then I have kept my word that I would believe in Him no matter what. But I still hadnt began to seek Him, in His word. I was still living with my desires. The whole "being a girl" thing was /still/ my focus, and as I began to fall into sexuality, I had walked into homosexuality, and began following that too. I walked into that life fully now, and became a passionate defender of the lbgt movement. I forced it on everyone I knew, including my best friend Michael, and of course he was not happy, and this only fueled my belief that I was right and the Christian community didnt get it. So I mixed my belief in Him with my lbgt life, and spread the word that the lbgt could live that life and be with God. I also finally began to live out my "dream" at this time, I changed my name to Jessica, and started dressing as a girl everywhere I went.
11) And, still not understand God at all yet, I decided to try to get back into auto writing, the act of letting a spirit use you to write to you and others. This was around the time shows like Ghost Hunters and Ghost Adventures were HUGE, and my family were big fans of these shows, and I became one too. I became obsessed with ghosts, and still not knowing what was true, I thought back to those spirits I had communicated with in the past, and thought about how I could do that again, but lead these "people" to God. So I did it, and the spirit who was following me totally decided to play along, and pretened to be people seeking God. So I told them to pray and all this, and then I remember one I was talking to then started to try and scare me, it called me by the name my mother and father had given me, and told me I was going to die, and said other horrible things. STILL NOT KNOWING who I was talking to, I got scared and stopped, but then decided it must have been a "bad ghost" and figured I would ignore it and try it again. I did, and this time I met the spirit of a man named Arni. He of course killed himself, and was a gay man who wanted to be with me. He didnt tell me to kill myself, but instead incouraged me to continue writing with him, and be with him that way. And I did.
12) And about two weeks later, I began to hear voices in my head. It was the voice of Arni. I wasnt scared either, which probly seems weird, but I almost felt it was totally normal. I mean, I was already communicating with him through the pen and paper, and I believed he was there, so I decided it must be normal to occasionally hear his voice. But it became awful not long after, I began to hear it all the time and all day long. And it became mean, it would say bad things about me, about being transgender, and it would make me angry. I still believed it was a ghost of a man though. I decided to enjoy my life, and just try hard to not listen to the voice in my head anymore. I lived on regardless, and I found a boyfriend on a video game fan forum, and went on living my life and even enjoying it despite this. And I did it until May of 2014.
13) The voice had pretended to be many other people at this time, and I had begun to believe I must be a psychic, even though every voice just insulted me for being transgender :/ But then on that day in May, the voice changed. It wasnt just some voice saying mean things, it then became a loud and terrifying voice, I began to not hear it in my head either, I could actually hear it in my ears, like as if someone were talking to me in another room, and I couldnt see them. I could hear what the voice sounded like, and it was loud, and screaming at me. It wasnt talking like a person anymore.
14) It was now saying things like "welcome to hell" and "your gonna burn" and "youre f***ed", and it was loud, and I started to feel extreme fear and anxiety unlike anything I have ever felt. When I begged God to help me, it would laugh at me and tell me to go ahead and pray, that God wasnt listening to me anymore. It would tell me about how so many people are saved every day, but it was too late for me, that I had condemned myself with my life I had been living. It was the most horrible thing I had ever felt. It really tormented me, it caused me pains and heaviness on my chest, it wouldnt let me sleep, I literally went days and days with zero sleep, and at times it would even cause me serious pain in my head. It would talk about how it was going to destroy me, how I was gonna cry and beg, and how it was gonna hurt me. I cant describe how horrible and terrifying it was. I would beg God for help, and one night I was so scared that I grabbed my bible and begged God to show me something to help me. I then just flipped my bible open to any page, letting it open itself. And when the page stopped I closed my eyes and put my finger anywhere on the page it landed.
Now, keep in mind, when I did this, I was in extreme fear. I did not think about writing down what verses I was shown, I was just looking for help. I do remember a few of them, and will share them, but I dont remember all of them.
15) The first verse I was shown, I dont remember which verse it was, but it was a verse that talked about when we leave God, He then leaves us too. I didnt understand though, not knowing His word, I believed I was following Him merely by believing in Him. So I asked for another verse to explain what He meant, and did it again. And He did explain it.
16) This time, I know the verse He gave me
Haha, my jaw dropped when I opened my eyes and read this verse my finger was on
17) I have come to God ever since that night with my bible, I did throw away all my transgender things, all my clothes, my trans flags and banners, all my pins and buttons, my transgender character idols I had collected. I told my mom what had happened, and I changed my name back to what I was given at birth. It wasnt easy, sadly. I did feel weird about the change at first, and I didnt wanna have to tell everyone I knew, that knew me, that I was leaving it, and I did at first feel weird about living as a boy :/ And I did have a feeling of sadness pushed on me, I didnt let it control me this time though, I do believe the enemy does have power over these things, and I have decided to set my heart on God, even against my "feelings". And they have become easier too, and I know that anyone can do this too, if they choose to open their heart to God.
And I can tell anyone anywhere, with full conviction, everything we have been warned of is entirely true. God is real, He is watching us, and the enemy does prowl at us like a lion, with a wrath, and he does control our entire world, and he does guide every single one of us against God in hopes to kill us.
Haha, I do 100% believe this entire horrible time in my life was allowed to happen by God, in order to call me, and then let me become such a strong fighter for the lbgt cause, all in order to show me my own errors, and help me go out and share the Gospel with others who are stuck in this life like I was. And now I have a strong desire to help those who are like I was, and help them find Him too :3
Im sorry this was so long, but I do feel that I needed to share as much as possible, and I hope you made it through until the very end :3 Feel free to ask me any questions at all you might have, and I will try to answer them as best as I can.