I am a 15 year old freshman at Midland High School. I live out in Midland,
Texas, and accepted Christ into my life on June 4, 1998, at Church Camp in
Glorieta, NM.
October of 1997 was when I first really heard of God. Before that point, my
thinking was like this: "Yeah, God is there, but I really don't give a
flip." That changed in the fall of my 8th grade year. A good friend of mine
told me that another friend of mine had been trying to kill her self, and
had an anorexic problem, and would I pray for her. Honestly, this shocked
me. I had never been asked that question before, and was taken aback. I
said, "yes, I don't mind". So for the rest of the year, every night I prayed
for her. It was kinda awkward at first, but eventually I got the 'hang' of
it. My friends persuaded me to attend the First Baptist Youth Group on Wed.
nights. I now attend reguarly.
On June 1st, I left for Church Camp. I was excited and a little scared at
the same time. Finally, on the fourth day--evening, rather--I went up on the
stage with all of my friends, and excepted Jesus into my heart. It was an
extremely emotional time for everyone, yet you could tell that God was in
that room. I could just tell He was watching.
