Hello,
I have recently truly become devoted to God. I have gone to a Catholic school since I was in kindergarten and was always told that I had to believe in Christ. All the way up to grade 6 I was taught religion as a class that was treated like math. You learn all about it are told to believe it but, aren’t really experiencing what it’s like to be a Christian.
Last summer I went to a camp. A ranch/bible camp, I really only went to be with horses. Oh I got so much more than trail rides, and games and all the other fun camp activities. I was told for the first time that it was a choice to accept God, it’s a choice that’s completely up to you. There’s no right or wrong disision.
I had always been told “this is what’s right now believe”. I’m the type of person who if I was told to go clean my room I’d do the opposite but if given a choice would do that and more. It’s all about the wording.
I thought about it for a while and decided because I had a free will through the whole thing to go through with it.
I was amazed and experienced all of Gods love and realized what I was missing out on.
So fast forward to next summer: I go to the exact same camp expecting to feel the same joy and discover so much more but sadly am disappointed. I learnt so much but I didn’t experience that same overwhelming feeling of joy. Oh well. I came home from camp and slept for nearly three days straight!! Something extremely unusual for me, I’m usually very energetic and people have a hard time keeping up with me.
My mom took me to the Kamsack hospital emergency room and I was emidiatly diagnosed with liver failure. I was rushed to Yorkton for more blood tests and then Regina. I was under quarantine for two days because they didn’t know what I had or if it was contagious. Later on the seccond day I was airplane ambulances to Edmonton where I spent 2 weeks getting to know my roommate and nurses and doctors. I was diagnosed with autoimmune hepatitis. I missed a few months of school to recover when I came back I nearly went crazy.
The bully in our class was worse than ever during the two weeks she was still at our school I got a chair thrown at me, many vicious glares and much more. The most amazing part is that the night before I had prayed to be shown why he had gotten me sick. He let me get sick to protect me from the bully.
So a year later I am finally in remission. Except I don’t like that word. What does it really mean? You have a disease that could kill you. But don’t worry it’s currently sleeping. So I call myself completely cured. I have become somewhat unhappy because Gods “spark” in my life had somehow slowly faded. I prayed for two things recently for back to school. A new friend, because all my old friends have gone their seperate ways to different groups, and a way to reignite Gods light in me. Once again I’ve been amazed and both my prayers answered in the same day! I see my opportunity to make a new friend ( He won’t make it THAT easy. You have to put some effort in too) and Michael came to speek to our school today.
I’ve learnt so far in my journey that god always hears your prayers and that God makes no mistakes your worst flaw is his best creation.
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