I dont even know where to start. I guess you could say i've lived the "hardcore life" since i first picked up my first beer at age 15....I was going out to the desert and getting drunk and high... running away from home which started the summer when i turned 15. I was going to church faithfully but still smoking weed in school and bringing water bottles full of alcohol with me on the bus. that was just the start. Here i was the perfect shining example in youth group.. no one knew what was going on i let my church friends be my church friends and my party friends be my party friends..kept the double life going on...
College was a whole new era....turned 18 and discovered meth which would become my love for another 10 years...I discovered tattoos and piercings....the whole sex, drugs, rock n roll thing...i was a true wild child....... didnt need God....didnt need church....had seen too many hypocrites.....by the time i turned 21 i was already married and separated(no kids yet) and back to living the hardcore lifestyle again.............
I mean this goes on for years, bar after bar after bar, night after night of drinking, and blacking out.....worse yet, driving not knowing how i got home, waking up some place i didnt know how i got there....very scary to look back upon....i think now that the grace of God upheld me and kept me safe, even in my stupidest MOMENTS!!!! and boy was i running. i ran, and ran, and RAN, just because i wanted to do my own stupid thing!? and i never knew love, i knew heartache, and pain, and disappointment. one relationship to the next because men at bars dont know how to love...
Then i had my son 13 months ago....and struggled with the concept of "God".. he had given me this perfect baby boy, but didnt want to go back to church due to all the hypocrites i've known before, and now that i have all these tats???? and i've got a son and im not married????? well my mother found me a church that doesnt look down on me...its called the church for the whoesover.. and i found my way back to the loving arms of Jesus. He looked me in the face in the middle of last july and saw that i was broken, dying from being cheated on, i was ashamed, i was hurting... and he accepted me into his arms with no questions asked.
He knows i am not perfect, He knows i foul up sometimes, yea i have a potty mouth sometimes and he deals with me daily on it. He knows sometimes my attitude isnt so lovely, but he calls me his child and knows that i try always to be humble, and i seek his face. He sees also who this "hardcore chick" really is inside and doesnt judge her for face value, and sees my worth....and he has told me im worth more than diamonds....
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That is an awesome testimony!!! I can't type for crying!! You are who I'd call "The Prodigal Daughter". Who are we to judge when we'd have fingers pointing back at us. Thank you soooo much for sharing your life's testimony with us. May you be a blessing to someone else and bring them back Home!
What a post! Absolutely fantastic! He loves us all no matter what our faults...He knows our pain. He knows we aren't perfect for only He is! You're an insiration! What a wonderful testimony! I can so relate! ♥
Thanks for sharing your testimony! Isn't the grace of God amazing? He has done a work in my life also even when I didn't deserve it. Thanks for sharing your story!
Thanks for sharing your story. God is awesome he loves us all no matter what we have done. With all that you have gone through and God keeping you safe I do believe he has Bigger and Better things ahead for you.
We have really communed much but, we are so much alike that it is really scary ya know! I am glad that Jesus's work is just as strong in other's lives as he has been in mine. No, we are not perfect, we are forgiven!!!!
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