To My Personal Testimony

When I was younger, my family took me to a Presbyterian church a few times. I had cute little church dresses and I got to put the tithing offering in the collection plate. That's about all I remember about that. When my mother started going back to college, I joined her allot at the age of 11. Upon becoming 13 or 14 I decided there was no such thing as God and if there was, I didn't want anything to do with his strict rules.

When I was 15, I was auditing a course from Louisiana State University. I was sitting in the hall, waiting for the previous class to ;eave the room when he sat down. The moment our eyes met I knew he was my future, though I didn't even know his name. What luck! He was even in my seminar class. So instead of listening closely to the teacher, who was basically our matchmaker, I stared at him day-in and day-out for about 2 weeks.

Finally I got up the strength to ask him to lunch. He accepted. We planned to meet in front of the music and drama building at 12. He was 45 minutes late. I felt dumb for waiting, but at the same time I was glad I did. We went to his dorm's cafeteria, the food was unimpressive, but his flirtatious attitude was more than enough to make me forget!

So soon afterward, we went to lunch again. Then he nailed me with it. He had a "significant other". My heart shattered into thousands and thousands of tiny pieces. He apologized, I accepted. We ate at the university's McDonald's. Again, unimpressive food.

Now we were excellent friends. I was his confidant. I was his shoulder to cry on about "her". (To this day I still prefer not to call her by name.) I cried daily upon returning home.

A semester passed.

I brought him notes from a lecture he'd missed along with a poem I' written about him. He was touched, I was embarrassed, I took him to eat at Louie's. For once, the food was impressive.

We began growing apart. Now that he knew how I felt, he didn't want to burden or hurt me. Then right after finals, he got the news. She didn't want to see him anymore. They broke up. He was too hurt to talk to me about it. Then I wrote ALLOT of poetry and thought I'd never see him again.

He went home for the summer.

About a month later, he called me and let me know how much my friendship meant to him. That he appreciated that I always told him that he was a great guy, and attractive and sweet, and basically everything he wanted to hear (and in my eyes it was all true). Before we hung up I told him that I loved him. He didn't respond. We started dating over the phone and by the time the next semester started up, he was back with me again. I was so blissful, I don't remember any of the food we ate!

As our relationship developed I began hearing his worry that we'd be together on this earth, but we'd be apart after death. Being an atheist, I blew off these comments, but it started getting to me.

About a year ago I woke up from a dream that I couldn't remember and felt very unsettled. I knew I had to look at the bible. As I flipped open my collegiate edition I turned directly to Ruth. The first words I laid eyes on were "And Ruth said, "Do not press me to leave you or to turn back from following you. Where you go I will go. Where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people and your God my God. Where you die, I will die. There will I be buried. May the Lord do thus and so to me and more as well if even death parts me from you!" This desperate plea of devotion struck the very heart of me. If I was going to devote my life to Kevin, I couldn't hold anything back. I kept tracing my eyes over "And your God my God".

That was when I decided to find my faith. Having believed in nothing for so long, it was extremely difficult to come about and believe in God. But I had three very important people in my life praying for me. Kevin, my boyfriend at the time. Brandon, son of the preacher of Kevin's old church. And Amy, my best friend since 5th grade.

About 6 months ago I finally found that I couldn't doubt God and became a Christian! Last month I got engaged to Kevin (I told you he was my future!) and I joined my home church. This month I'm going to be baptized and I'll turn 18 on April 17!

As a side note: People tend to think that when you become a Christian you have to give up all kinds of fun things and be a boring person. That is plainly untrue! When I became a Christian I wanted to change my lifestyle! I stopped cursing, watching "R" rated movies, I don't drink or smoke and my best friend is also my savior! I do this because when Jesus fills up your life, you have no need for any of those other things. All you need is Jesus Christ. Everything else is trivial.

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