For many years, I walked by sight and not by faith. I would often pray but felt like he didn’t hear me. This past year has tested me in ways I didn’t think I could be tested. I faced trials on top of tribulations was an emotional rollercoaster. People would tell me God only puts you through things he knows you can handle but I didn’t think I could handle much more. That’s when I decided to give church a second chance. Last summer, I walked into Faith and never looked back. I felt like Pastor was preaching to just me and no one else was in the room. That same day, I knew I wanted this feeling to last and for my relationship with God to grow. I started by repenting my sins in order to be baptized. The second I came out of the water so many emotions ran through me and I could feel my past behind me. I was very emotional and happy with my commitment to live a better life. Over the next several months, I started not only looking forward to church but even going by myself when my family couldn’t make it. It wasn’t a question if someone was going that week, because I needed God to get through the next week. Slowly but surely, I started praying more than ever and reading the word every morning before I even got out of bed yet one thing was missing. I wanted the gift of the Holy Ghost. For months, I would lift my hands and participate in worship and even cry out to god. Pastor Kent said something one day that stuck with me. He stated that some people are too strong (for when you are weak, then you are strong). I started talking to God after that and truly believing that even on my worst days; he will take care of me. I thanked him for everything, and if it was a lesson learned. My faith grew so strong that I was content with knowing I will receive the gift when it is my time. Last week, I felt something different during service. I was emotional. Everything pastor said was intense and relevant to my life. When it was time for worship, I lifted my hands the highest I ever have and not only sang, but praised God for everything he is doing in my life and thanking him for the work he is doing. Moments later, people were praying with me and my knees grew weak. I began to feel something I’ve never felt and I didn’t push it away. I let it take over until I was speaking in tongues and jumping up and down. I realized I needed to let go in order for him to be let in. I’m forever grateful for everyone at Faith who welcomed me with open arms. My life is the best it’s ever been!