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Evening all,
Thought I would share a little story with you. I'll try to be short, as I can be quite long winded sometimes.
I grew up going to church with my dad and step-mom until I was about 7 or 8 when they stopped going. I was shipped back and forth from my mom and dad as they were never even married. In my teens I rebelled quite a bit and even spouted off quite a bit how I didn't believe in god and even worse at times. Secretly I did though and I prayed a lot for God to end my pain. I thought he wasn't listening or that I did something so bad or somehow deserved the hell I was living in. I got tattoos, piercings, cut myself, did some pretty bad things. When I was 21 my stepmother died, complications of a brain tumor. When I was 22 my lifelong best-friend took his own life, when I was 25 my cousin of the same age passed away, I was very close with her like she was a sister. Then 3 years ago my mom passed away.
During this time I was in a dead end relationship of 10 years. It was bad, so bad that one day I sat in the bedroom and loaded my shotgun. I thought it was my only way out. I lost so many loved ones and I didn't think I had anything to live for, no purpose in life. I was ready to end my pain since somehow I thought God wouldn't. I tried to pull the trigger, however I felt something odd, a feeling I can't explain, that didn't allow me to pull that trigger. It was the strongest feeling ever for me, I really tried my hardest. I dropped the gun and lost it, cried my eyes out. I knew then that God did love me and had a purpose for me. I'm not sure what this purpose is but I'm sure God will somehow let me know.
Sometimes life is still hard but I know this is only a temporary thing, and I look at what Jesus endured for me and nothing compares.
People now call me a bible thumper and a Jesus freak and I just smile because I know I have been saved in every way.
I thought this would be hard to share with strangers but it's not. I'm proud to let people know and maybe I can help some people in the process.
Thanks for reading, God bless you!
Matt
P.S. Yeah I know it wasn't that short, but that's the really really condensed version trust me
Thought I would share a little story with you. I'll try to be short, as I can be quite long winded sometimes.
I grew up going to church with my dad and step-mom until I was about 7 or 8 when they stopped going. I was shipped back and forth from my mom and dad as they were never even married. In my teens I rebelled quite a bit and even spouted off quite a bit how I didn't believe in god and even worse at times. Secretly I did though and I prayed a lot for God to end my pain. I thought he wasn't listening or that I did something so bad or somehow deserved the hell I was living in. I got tattoos, piercings, cut myself, did some pretty bad things. When I was 21 my stepmother died, complications of a brain tumor. When I was 22 my lifelong best-friend took his own life, when I was 25 my cousin of the same age passed away, I was very close with her like she was a sister. Then 3 years ago my mom passed away.
During this time I was in a dead end relationship of 10 years. It was bad, so bad that one day I sat in the bedroom and loaded my shotgun. I thought it was my only way out. I lost so many loved ones and I didn't think I had anything to live for, no purpose in life. I was ready to end my pain since somehow I thought God wouldn't. I tried to pull the trigger, however I felt something odd, a feeling I can't explain, that didn't allow me to pull that trigger. It was the strongest feeling ever for me, I really tried my hardest. I dropped the gun and lost it, cried my eyes out. I knew then that God did love me and had a purpose for me. I'm not sure what this purpose is but I'm sure God will somehow let me know.
Sometimes life is still hard but I know this is only a temporary thing, and I look at what Jesus endured for me and nothing compares.
People now call me a bible thumper and a Jesus freak and I just smile because I know I have been saved in every way.
I thought this would be hard to share with strangers but it's not. I'm proud to let people know and maybe I can help some people in the process.
Thanks for reading, God bless you!
Matt
P.S. Yeah I know it wasn't that short, but that's the really really condensed version trust me