I'm glad because I know that Jesus is who he says he is, and that there will be no more crying, no more pain for me when he comes back. I'm also glad that he has chosen me to help spread the good news to others in the world, that there is hope.
It effects my choices, and helps me face life, with all it's challenges. It makes me want to be used and to do God's will. He has also changed me from being more self centerd to being others centerd. I want to encourage and comfort others.
I new about him when I was at least two or three years old, I didn't understand him very well though. I started considering baptism when I was six years old, but I didn't feel ready for it. When I was seven I made the choice to show my dedication of my life to Jesus to everyone through the act of baptism. From that point on I've been learning more and more about Jesus and gaining more understanding of him. I would have to say though that at age sixteen I really was tested in my faith and in my trusting him. When I came out of that I came out stronger thanks to Jesus. I can't say that I understand him completely, but I can say that it was that time in my life when I really chose to follow him...I mean I had chosen to befor this point, but I when I was going through that time was when I did choose to follow not out of feelings but out of what I knew of the Bible and what I knew from past experiances with God helping me out. I don't have much of a conversion story as much as recommitment stories, because I gave my life to Jesus Christ when I was very small. Thus my recolection of how I was befor I excepted him is foggy at best.
Being put in the mental hospital from a medication backfire, which led to a girl recommiting her life to Jesus Christ.
About Five years ago, at a Provedence Mental hospital
God gave me the words to say when, I needed them, and even if I did slip up in my choice of words by trying to do it by my own strength in how I preached God winked and still turned the situation for the best because my disire was to serve him. One incadent comes to mind where let ordered words come through my mouth even though I wasn't capable of delivering such a calm and thought through speech/message. I learned that no matter how horrible the situation that God is in controll, and that he can use what seems to be bad for the good. Also there was a real threat of never seing my parents again, and there was a threat of death as well, since most of the patients there were in there for suicidal attemps, and the monitores and such, couldn't keep there eyes on everyone one-hundred percent of the time. So I found comfort in knowing that if anything happend to me that I would go to Heaven. All said and done, he made me stronger from this experiance and helped me gain a real burden for the people in the hospital.