A Touch from God

So. Yes, as the title is called, this is about a "touch from God." True story.

First, I have to give background info. I am only 17 years old. I have sorta been saved since I was eight years old, but I feel I didn't understand what I was doing and just going through the motions my Grandmom had been telling me about, so really, I started to truly believe in God when I was eight years old. I went to church every now and then, and even had my own bible. I never was really religious nor did I really try to read the Bible; however, I did believe. I was Christian and tried to do right by God. Until...

I met Joshua (name changed due to anonymity). I had always been told to not date outside my religion for various reasons: They will drag you down. It will cause arguments. You're parents won't approve. Basically, it won't work. But Joshua was the first really cute guy to like me and he was funny. He was a little on the creepier and more sadistic side, like me. (By the way, please take special attention to the "little" because we were very little). We both were a little emo. We both used to cut and later in the relationship we both did again. It was a long distance relationship so we only saw each other once every 2 months when he spent the weekend at my house. He was borderline agnostic and atheist. He used to be Christian until he lost his faith, but he still wanted to raise his kids to be Christian, which is what I thought would count.

So I thought, as long as I don't try to push my religion on him and keep my faith strong, it'll be okay. In the beginning, I did talk a little about God with him, but didn't do it much and soon didn't do it at all. The one argument we had over it was when he posted on facebook that Christians were weak because they waited for someone else to deal with their own problems. I was not okay with this and even thought about breaking up with him, but the argument died down and was dropped. Eventually, I started backing away from God. I stopped mentioning him so much. I stopped praying.

We were together almost a year when I felt I should tell him that I loved him. The weekend I mentally prepared myself to do this, he called to tell me he only felt like a friend to me and wanted to break up. As this was my first 'love' from a teenage girls heart, I was devastated. He called at 10 pm and I didn't stopped crying till I fell asleep around 3 am.

After the first few hours of sobbing, I got down on my knees and prayed. I prayed, and begged for God and Jesus to forgive me for turning my back on them and asked that they receive me again. Instantly, the air changed around me to a warm, comfortable atmosphere. Then, I felt comforting arms that I couldn't see go around my shoulders and console me. It was then that i realized I didn't need to ask to be received again. Even though I turned from Him and no longer acknowledged Him, God never left me. He never turned away from me and never stopped loving me. For a long while, I stopped crying from the pain of losing someone I thought I loved. I began crying from the joy and comfort knowing that the Lord never left me and will always love me.

That peace that surrounded me that night is something I can never forget nor could ever be made from man. No human could ever make me feel that way. That peace was from God and no one could do like Him. That night, I was truly saved and have only strengthened my faith since. Yes, I have made mistakes, as we all have and will, but never, NEVER, will I turn away from God again.

"With men, this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible."

Matthew 19:26

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"I raise my hands, bow my head
I'm finding more and more truth in the words written in red
They tell me that there's more to life than just what i can see
Oh i believe"

-Believe by Brooks & Dunn