Finding The Truth With No Clues
I was raised in a non Christian home, my parents were people who would say they have "no religion" and always told me they simply "didn't believe in organized religion", besides the fact they both grew up in Christian homes. Until I hit the age of 13 and became friends with a Christian I had not doubted my parents choice for leaving God out of my life. My Christian friend, Bailey, invited me to church with her one day because I was so very fascinated by the works of God. As soon as I started going to church God started giving me many signs that this was the path I was supposed to be on. He came to me in all sorts of ways. I loved my new found faith and was overjoyed that I finally had a saviour. But my family wasn't exactly supportive of my new found love, so I prayed for them. I prayed that they would find Jesus the way I did, because I loved them so much and I wanted them to have the same happiness I shared threw Christ. Then a boy came into my life. A boy who I had known for many years and always had my eyes on from the moment I met him. It seemed to me that God was leading me to him in whatever I did. After both of us having these feelings for a very long time he finally asked me out. Two days after he asked me out my mom had gone into
the hospital for Anxiety. She has had this most of her life but I never truly realized how serious it was before she checked herself into a hospital because she needed some serious help. It felt to me like God had put my boyfriend into my life to help me threw this tough time, but sadly this wasn't the case. He drew me away from God and made me do things that I regret. He used me for his selfish game, then dumped me over a text message after a month. This left me heart broken. Shortly after my mom cheeked out of the hospital and was home for a while, but relapsed again and was right back to the hospital. My life felt like it had no where to go but up. So I rekindled my love for God and he helped me threw this dark time in my life. Shortly after my mother became a Christian while she was in the hospital, then my sister, and my dad is slowly starting to see the light of Jesus as well. My boyfriend was sent to me to make me realize the only thing that I needed to fix my sorrows was God, and my mother was sent to the hospital so she could also find salvation in our saviour. God always has a plan, weather we choose to see it or not. Life is a bumpy road, but if we choose to drive with God in the passengers seat the road will always lead to happiness.