I accepted Christ when I was about 8 years old. I was raised in the faith by way of my grandmother and my best friends family. I loved the Lord at a very early age. As I began to grow older and entered jr. high and high school, like a lot of people, I decided that I wanted to do what I wanted to do. I wanted to not have to worry about my sin or my walk with the Lord, so I laid it down. I spent 12 years going after my own fleshly desires and trying to find meaning in a world that had no meaning apart from Christ. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that till much later.
At 27 years old, I decided to move to Los Angeles to pursue acting (or so I thought). I had been out here a year and then learned that my grandmother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. This rocked me to the core. She was my best friend, she had raised me, she was my security, my safety net, she was my Jesus honestly. In Christian terms, she was my idol. She was the one thing that I constantly put before the Lord and I got from her the things that I should have gotten from Christ.
Her dying wish was that I would find a church in Los Angeles and that I would go. For the eight months that she survived cancer, every single day, she begged me to go to church. Through a co-worker, toward the end of the 8 months that she had been begging, I learned about a church and decided that I would go. Just to make my Granny happy. So I went, and immediately called her after. She was extremely happy and we talked for an especially long time that day.
The next day, I called her, as I usually did, and she had slipped into a coma in the middle of the night. She was in a coma all week long and then passed on that following Saturday. So, my very last phone conversation was of me telling my grandmother that I had gone to church and granted her ‘dying wish’ as she had called it.
After I had returned back to L.A from the funeral, I also returned to this church. Not because I was looking for the Lord. But, I was grieving and that was where I felt close to my grandmother and that was where she wanted me to be. I attended every Sunday for a year and really began to learn about Christ and the Father. I learned things that I had never really understood before. And one year later, I submitted my life back to Christ.
I’ve been walking as faithfully as I can with the Lord for 3 1/2 years now. The Lord has blessed me with wonderful brothers and sisters in Christ and done more for me than I could have ever imagined or done for myself. Giving my life back to Christ, has been the smartest decision I’ve honestly ever made. He has given me a heart to serve Him and serve people. I greatly desire to grow in Him and learn His word deeper. Which is why I’m going to bible college. I also, hope to work in ministry in my future. That is truly where my heart is. I trust that Lord will show me what exactly that looks like. I have a huge heart for Haiti and the people of Haiti as well.
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