This will actually be posting my second testimony on here, first one is a little less detailed. Nevertheless, here it is.
My name is Dallas, and I am 17 years of age. I am in my senior year of High school, and I accepted Christ when I was about 11 years of age. Yet, I did it so I could be acknowledged by my sister. The reason why I did it was because the week prior, my step-brother accepted Christ, and my sister was so happy for him, and I wanted the same feeling. But, all I got from her was "Good for you." That was kinda of a heart breaker for me.
A little about my home life. My parents got a divorce when I was around the age of four. I was told I made the decision to live with my father, but I have no recollection of that. So we lived with my grandma for a little while. (Skipping a few months), my father met my step-mother on an online chat, so to speak. That's how I got with my step-mother. Skipping... My grandma made us go to church with her, and I despised it. Skipping... We moved into a trailer after being in two other houses. At this time we are living with my step-mother and her two kids. Between all of us, there are seven, My father, sister, brother, Step-Mother, her two boys, and Me. So, there was never any money in the house because how many mouths to feed. Still to this day, there is no money. Nevertheless, I grew up in an atheist household, but we were forced to go to church, so my parents could be alone. I hated it! Getting kicked out every Sunday morning, and Wednesday night, so they can be alone. This is where my hatred for my parents started to come in. Skipping... Around 9th grade I was confronted with my very first atheist who was very clear about what he believed. For reference I am 13 turning 14. Now, I didn't have a strong relationship as I do now with God, so it got me questioning. A year passed and I entered my biology class. Very first time I learned about Evolution, in a deep manner. That staggered the little faith I had, and I considered myself to be agnostic at that time. I'm still going to church, learning what I can, etc... but not caring for God. It was not until last year (2011) that I made my decision was there is a Living Breathing God. I'll get to that later.
My father... I despise my father at the time being, for the man that he is. Everything he does makes me mad, get's me upset, but I hold my feelings in. I'll tell you why. My father is your typical drunk, coming home after work in the worst mood ever, and having alcohol in his system just makes it worse. Every little thing that we do makes him mad. The neglect, name calling, mental abuse he caused us... It was all for nothing. I was talking to my grandma about it, and she said that's how he says "I love you." If that's how he shows his "love" i'm glad i'm getting away from him. He... left something missing in my heart, that I wish I could have, but I can't. The feeling of love. Love was never in my home life, when I fell for that girl, my biggest desire was for her to say the words "I love you for who you are." But, that didn't happen
. The feeling of someone being there for you, is all I really want.Back to God. I mentioned earlier that I came to realization of God being real. This occurred during a testimony day my new Youth pastor set up when he first arrived. There were two people that made me extremely upset about what I do not have. I was upset because I didn't have a story to tell. Everyone had a story, but when I went up there... I had nothing. I remember the tears running down my eyes when everyone left. It was then when I decided I'm going to serve the Ruler of everything for the rest of my life. I wanted a story to tell... So I decided I'm going to major in Theology. Lord Willing, I'll get my PH.D in it, but it's too soon to tell.
With God, I'll have the story he wants for me, and not the story I'm going to write.
Thank you,
-Dallas
Looking over the 14 pages of this topic, I see that many interesting people have left...I wonder why? 
Rick has given it a catch phrase now, talk about a dog with a bone.
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