My Personal Narrative

PART ONE – My life before I accepted Christ
I grew up in Honduras with my mom and my younger sister; because my dad came to the United States when I was 2 years old. My family was Catholic and we believed in God in our own way. However, I felt empty, I felt that my life had no meaning and it hurt that my dad had not been with me. Many times I questioned God, because he had to let bad things happen to good people. So, I decided that there was no point be good because whatever life was going to mistreat us. When I was 13 I started to behave rebel, get bad grades, and spent much time locked in my room crying. Every day was the same for me, until a certain way I enjoyed the pain and suffering, I liked thought the pain was my only company. My self-esteem gets down more every day and I looked like the most miserable person in the world. In addition, often I thought of killing myself, but I could not because there was

Besides, I was going to meet my dad, he and my mom divorced when I was seven. He married again and now he was a Christian. I went to church with him, and I remember how people approached the altar after the message of the preacher and fell crying, surrendered to Christ feet; and then they rose with a smile on his face as if a burden had been lifted from their lives. Also, I was struck by the testimony of the brothers of the church, as God had rescued their lives. Then I realized that I was not the only one with problems, that many people in this world also had problems even more difficult, and yet they worshiped God. One day I gave my life to God as my only Savior, acknowledged that God was the only solution and true happiness in life. I felt very happy and I understood that I had never been alone that God had always been in the most difficult moments of my life. From that moment I felt that many chains that bound my life broke and I felt liberated from my