My Testimony

After that I moved to East Brunswick, NJ. I prayed every night. I had a few experiences that showed that God was there and hearing. One time I forgot to pray one night. The next day I had a really bad day. It was horrible. When I thought about it at the end of the day the thought came into my mind that I had forgotten to pray the night before. I realized that was why I had a bad day. I tried to remember to always pray at night after that, and pretty much always did.

Another time when I was older I was praying at night and thought about asking God for me to get a teacher I wanted for the next school year. Then, I thought I shouldn’t ask because I was lucky and other people didn’t have as much, so I thought I should pray more about other people instead of myself. When I found out who I got as a teacher it was the teacher I wanted. Something told me that God heard my thoughts while I was praying and because I didn’t ask for a nice reason he gave me the teacher I wanted. I knew God was hearing my prayers because of that.

Another thing about praying was that I knew that I should always pray in Jesus’s name. I said his name at the end of my prayers because I knew that Jesus was very important. My sister and I used to watch Prayer Bear which was a movie we had and they prayed and said “in Jesus’s name” at the end of their prayers so I knew to always say it. We liked the movie and watched it often.

Another time God came to me was when my cousin told me I could do something ghetto and I did it. She told me my other cousin yelled at her when they were together and she had to get something for our older cousin. She was older than me so she yelled at me and I had to get something.

She said, “If you yell at someone they have to do what you say.” Then, she said, “Now, you can do it to someone.” So, another day I was with my sister and I tried it. I yelled at her to get something and she got it for me. Then, I heard and felt God next to me.

He said in my head, “Try not to do it anymore.” He didn’t want me to yell at my sister. I said I wouldn’t do it anymore and I never did it again.

A few years later I had a dream that I believe was from God. I was still in elementary school at the time. In my dream I was in heaven talking to God. I was in front of him and he was sitting. He asked me if I wanted to stay in heaven or go back to Earth. If I went back to Earth he told me my life would be hard in the future. He talked to me through thoughts it seemed like. I answered through thoughts that I wanted to go back to Earth because of my family. I came back to Earth and woke up. I’ve always remembered this dream.

A few times in my childhood I had thoughts come to me about my future. They might’ve been from God about what could happen. One of them was that I could be famous in the future. When that thought came to my mind, I wondered what I could be famous for. I didn’t know what I would do. A thought that came to me another time was that I would fight against racism in the future and die for it like Martin Luther King Jr. I heard in my head from God that I would get shot for what I fought for but now I know that God symbolizes things in visions that people have and dreams that I have had. It might be symbolic of something else.

As I got older I wasn’t as close to God as I was when I was a kid. As a teenager I got depressed and sometimes felt like God hated me. I still prayed every night but I didn’t know the truth at the same time. I wrote depressing stuff in a journal and one time I was in my room after I wrote something and a thought came into my head about hell. The thoughts that I said came into my head were like visions but not totally. I wondered if I was going to hell and got a really scary feeling about what hell was. It seemed too scary to go to and seemed like it was full of demons and hot.

A few other times I got scary feelings about hell. One time my dad was talking to someone and the person asked him what he believed happened after you die.

He said, “I don’t know if anything happens. I think there might be nothing after you die.” I got a scary feeling and thought I didn’t want my dad to say that. He should believe that heaven at least came after dying.

Another time I was at my mom’s friend’s house and and her friend was talking to me. She said she wasn’t a Christian and was more of a humanist. She also said she wasn’t sure that she believed in God. She said that the reason she wasn’t a Christian was because they could be judgemental and she wanted to care about people. I got a feeling that was scary and I wanted her to believe in God. I said that my church accepts everyone and that was why I liked it and was Christian and she should come one day. She agreed in a way.

The third time I got a bad or scary feeling about someone not believing was when my grandma took me to Europe. We went to France and she met up with her friend.

She asked her friend, “Do you think I will see Emilio after I die?” Emilio was her husband who passed away.

Her friend replied, “No, I don’t believe there is anything after you die.”

I was scared because something told me that people should believe in the afterlife and that something happens after you die. It seemed sad that some people didn’t. I believed in heaven and thought maybe there was hell too. I definitely believed in God also. I wanted to go to heaven and wanted other people to.

Part three will come soon.