How I Came to Christ

Before I started in on the actual blogging, I wanted to share my story of how I became a Christian and began my journey with God. My whole life, I have been in church. I have always been taught the ways of God and what it means to be a Christian. When I was about eleven or twelve, I started feeling a tugging at my heart when my pastor would preach about being saved. I would feel that God was wanting me to come to Him to ask forgiveness. I believe that it was in middle school that I felt the tugging, or conviction, very strongly at a Bible School at my church. I'm not going to lie, it is a very scary feeling of coming to realization that you must be saved if you don't want to go to Hell, but it is completely worth it in the end. I went to my teacher and told him that I wanted to be saved, and he prayed with me. I confessed to becoming saved, but God hadn't really come into my heart yet. I had asked God to save me without having offering a complete understanding that I was a sinner. I went along thinking that I was saved until I was a sophomore in high school. The December within my sophomore year, I started to feel the conviction again, and I tried my best to ignore it, but there was no hiding from God. When January came, the conviction became worse and worse. Then February, then March, and the conviction was completely awful. I was constantly worried that I was going to die and go to Hell. I couldn't drive without being scared, I couldn't sleep without worrying about what was going to happen once I fell asleep, and just being alive scared me because I knew that at any moment, it could be my time to die. I'm not complaining though because this was God's way of opening my mind and heart to the idea that I was in great need of accepting Jesus into my heart. So on March thirty-first, my pastor at the time preached a sermon on Hell and the importance of accepting Jesus. That night, I accepted Jesus into my heart. It was the best decision that I have ever made in my life.