I was born in a Catholic family. I thought I knew God. I believed in God and everything, but I didn’t actually know the truth about God. I was trying to make God fit in my life the way I wanted him to be, not the way that he wanted me to live my life. My dad was taking care of me and I felt secure. I was self-righteous because everybody liked me, but they didn’t know what was going on inside of me. When I was 13-years-old, I moved to live with my uncle. That was the first time I came to a Pentecostal church. I didn’t want anything to do with a Pentecostal church. I was one of those people who say, “I was born Catholic, and I’m going to die Catholic.” It wasn’t that I believed in the Catholic church, it’s just that’s the only thing I knew. That’s the only thing I was raised on, and I had never tried anything before.
When I moved, that was the beginning of my high school years. I was trying to fit in and be like everybody else. I found myself doing stuff I had thought I would never do, because I was trying to fill the emptiness inside my heart. I wasn’t living with my dad anymore and I had to take care of myself. I was trying to fill the emptiness because I was used to my dad providing for me, and didn’t have him with me any more. I was trying to find the answers in everything else. I didn’t have a joy in my life. The first time I walked into the Potter’s House Christian Church was the first time I heard the truth, that Jesus died for me, and that I had to be born again.
The preacher was preaching from the Bible, so I had no excuse not to follow it. But the devil was lying to me. The devil didn’t want me to go that way, because he knew it was the truth. Then I left the church, and things just got worse in my life. I started asking God for answers, but God showed me that He had already given me an answer but I didn’t want to take it. The longer I waited, the worse it got. I was thinking I would find that joy and happiness in things. I hoped to have something, but when I got to it, it didn’t bring the joy I was expecting. Then I came back to church, and I decided to try and see what God was going to do for me, if it was true.
Since then, God changed my life. I remember coming once to a service, and I received a word from the pastor. He told me that God would give me joy and happiness. It won’t be from money, school, or anything I expected. I was trying to figure out where it was going to come from, but after I lived for God, that joy just came on my life. I don’t have to spend any money. I don’t have to do any stupid thing. God just put joy in my life and thank God, because there are things that have happened since I got saved that I never could have handled before I had God in my heart. I just thank God for everything He’s doing in my life.