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I grew up in a pretty basic middle income family. We had all the niceties, so to speak. Two story home, station wagon, two dogs, etc.. We went to church "religiously", every Sunday morning and evening, choir practice on Wednesday, Youth meetings during, etc.. I even remember going through confirmation class when I was 11 years old, and being baptized at the same age. But, apparently, something didn't quite stick. I mean, I thought that i was doing the right thing. You know, I was going to church and trying to do good (little did I know that that wasn't even close). Well, I hit High School and things started going down hill. I began to run with the "wrong" crowd. Alcohol went from experimental to addictive. Drugs went basically the same way, as well. My dependency with sex got out of control. My life was a mess, but yet, I didn't realize it! I thought that this was cool. Hey, why not, everyone else is doing it, right? But, yet, I still had that nagging voice. Well, I graduated from High School (barely), laid out a year to work, then went to college (briefly), and had more of the partying scene (that's what college is about, right?). Back at home from my brief college stay, I just couldn't let go of the alcohol and the sex. It just seemed a very important part of my identity. Well, about the third time I ended up in jail, it finally dawned on me that I should probably, at least tone down some of my behavior, if I'm going to be a somewhat respectable citizen. So, I did. I even starting going back to church! I decided that I was going to be good and do good things, besides, that's what God wants us to do, right? Anyhow, I got married, had two kids, every thing is hunky-dory. I've got the American dream. A wife, two kids, a good job, and a nice home. Well, guess what? I (we) was missing the most important ingredient: Jesus Christ! Guess what? After six years of marriage, it ended in divorce (something that I swore would not happen to me), and, I started down that partying path, again! But, God was looking after me, and I quickly realized that I didn't want to go down that "party" path again. As I sat, in my church, on a cold November Sunday, the conviction finally set in. The Holy Spirit literally lifted up, from my seat, and carried me to the altar. He (praise His mighty name - Jesus)broke me right there. And i cried out to Him (Psalm 40: 1-3), and exclaimed that I can't do any of this by myself! Well, that's been almost three years ago, and, even though I do stumble, He is faithful and just, and has continued to mold and shape me in His likeness. I praise Him daily, and continue to look up to Him, even when things may like down. I pray to Him that the enemy may have no dominion over me, and just stive to praise and worship Him. Praise God. When I find myself looking down, I go and read Isaiah 61 and Psalm 51, and stand upon the promises that He Gives us!" Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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