Melanie M's Page

Gender

Female

City

brooklyn

State/Province

ny

Country (not County)

united states

Occupation:

Student

I'm here to...

talk with others who share the same faith as me, build my faith up, share and gain knowledge about the Lord

Interests:

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I'm passionate about...

Jesus, my writing, the Bible and being happy
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My story with God

God has always been calling me, I just was rather stubborn about it. Growing up I always knew the story of Jesus Christ and my mom and grandma always told me about God. My grandmother has been deeply religious most of her life. My mom too but she wasn't as devout as her mom. Anyway I probably attended church services maybe 5xs as a child. We moved a lot, face many trials and tribulations. I had a rough childhood, you may say that I was always mature. When I was 12 I was beginning to prepare for baptism-I never did it. I abandoned God's words. Why? I do not know, my mom was facing many obstacles and I was feeling the brunt of it. Which is why I had sought the church out in the 1st place, for my mom. I remember asking one of the brothers at the church a question. I asked him why is God allowing this to happen? Why can't I be happy? Why is my mother sick? Why are we always sufferring? He told me that God doesn't give us more than we can handle and he is there with me. He also said that even though I am young God knows me and he knows that I can handle whatever comes my way. I can't remember how I felt about hearing that I just know that I was a mess emotionally. Fast forward to 18yrs old, we were being evicted. Although this wasn't the first time I had to bounce around from pillar to post it was the first time I would be going to the homeless shelter. Yes brothers and sisters I was once homeless. I also ranaway once, was held at gun point and other things. God was really always with me. Anyway I was angry that I had to go to the shelter, everything I owned was with me on my back. We(my mom, and 2 siblings) had to put everything in storage. My mom was pregnant and she was depressed so I decided I would be the strong one. That first night in the shelter I was ok, until I used the bathroom. The toilet over flowed and the water ruined my sneakers! The only sneakers I had at the time, I broke down in silence in the bathroom. I was emotionally distraught but I hid it from my family. We ended up staying there a month or so and then by some family friends. I don't recall praying a lot these times of my life, I think I had forgotten about Gods love for me. Although every now and then I would feel the need for something larger than life but I would ignore it. This past April I was having breathing problems and anxiety, I ended up in the hospital. The doctors said my EKG was unbelievable! They ran all sorts of tests on me, and the result-I was medically fine. I didn't know what to say I just knew that there had to be a resolution for this. They sent me to a psychiatrist, I didn't go. I knew the only doctor I needed was Jesus. Jesus was calling me, he was and I know it now. Brothers and sisters do you know that 2xs I went to a so-called psychic? Prior to my stay in the hospital I met with a psychic that my friend took me to. I knew better but yet still I went. I know Jesus wept when I did that. So now here I am seeking to build my faith and grow in the Lord's precious love. I have accepted him without a doubt but like all babies I need nurturing and love. I am just happy that I finally opened my heart up to the Lord's love. It brings me to tears each time I think of how close I came to being truly lost. Amen.

Other stuff about me:

i'm down to earth and just because i'm a christian it doesn't label me as boring. God did not make me boring in the least!
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