My Testimony

My Testimony

So I posted this before.  It's my testimony of how I met God and Jesus for real.  It's about how Jesus changed my life, and it's all summed up here.  There are a lot of details I didn't include, but I think this was the best way to put it out there.  One thing that I didn't want missing from it though is that two weeks before I ever went to the church in my story, I was working with a man from Africa.  I remember it was a Friday afternoon, we were soon to be getting off of work, and I'm sure I was cursing my job and everything about it, and I remember saying how I couldn't wait to go get completely wasted that night.  He turned to me and very nicely said, "Brandon, I am going to pray for God to reveal Himself to you."  That caught me by complete surprise and I told him that was nice and he didn't have too.  I said that people had been praying for me for years and it hadn't done any good yet.  Then I said, "Or maybe that's the reason I'm still alive, I don't know."  I thanked him for wanting to do that and assured him that he shouldn't waste his time praying for me because I was a wreck anyway and I was still going out to party and get wasted that night.  He said, "That's okay.  I'm going to pray for you anyway."  I didn't really care and shrugged it off as "whatever", and went on about my day and night.  Two weeks later, as you see in my story, I ended up at church, and you'll see what happened.  Thanks so much for reading, and God bless!  Here's my story...

My testimony.  It's my life.  I lived with my parents until I was 18 years old.  I walked out a month or so after I turned 18, and went to live with one of my good friend's cousin.  Her and I became best friends and even kind of liked each other, but nothing ever came of it.  About a year after moving in, I moved out on bad terms and we lost contact.  Right before I turned 20, I began dating a girl named Malorie, and we dated for about two and a half years, then broke up and lost contact.  When I moved out of my parents' house, I had really started learning to drink and got pretty heavy into it, and I had also started doing drugs for fun.  When I started dating Malorie, we had moved in together, and I chilled out with the drinking and drugs, (although I didn't stop completely.)

When Malorie and I broke up, I got back into the party scene, and built up a tolerance to alcohol more than I ever had before.  My brother and I moved in together and were throwing parties all the time.  Every weekend for sure.  I remember times when I would get drunk nearly every night of the week and go to work hungover.  I had come to a point in life where I was having so much fun.  I was making more money than ever, and partying more than ever.  At some point, I started taking lortabs, and eventually started selling them.  I always had them available and had the money to buy them, so I started taking them constantly.  Then I got addicted to them.  It was all fun and games until one night I ran out and couldn't find any, and I remember laying in my driveway wanting the sky to fall on me and kill me because the withdrawals felt so terrible.   After that episode, I decided to leave them alone.

I was still all about the drinking though!  If it was alcohol, I was pretty much willing to try it!  I would drink until I couldn't drink any more, and go to sleep.  I remember being upset a lot, because I could never get drunk enough to clear my head and get the torment out of my brain. 

Then one day, after not communicating for nearly 7 years, my old roommate contacted me on Myspace.  We started dating, and it was all about the partying, drinking, some drugs, and whatever else seemed fun.  Everything was going great, and I was thinking more and more that we'd get married.  Then something happened.  Her sister's birthday came around, and she told me that her sister did not want her to buy anything for her birthday.  What her sister wanted was for her to go to church with her.  I got SO mad!  I said that was the stupidest thing I had ever heard.  It was so stupid, and she should just buy her sister something and get it over with.  She told me "No."  She said that was what her sister wanted and she would do it, and she did.  I figured that'd be the end of it but I was wrong.  My ex came back and said she liked the church!  Now it was even worse!  A few weeks went by, and BAM!  What I considered to be the worst case scenario ever happened.  This time, her sister invited her to church again, and not only that, I was invited too!  I cannot tell you how mad I got!  At that point in my life, I was willing to go just about anywhere but church.  I hated it!  Now I was faced with a decision;  go to a place I absolutely hated to go, or make my girlfriend mad because I didn't go.  It took me about a week of intense and agonizing debate in my head, until I finally said I would go.  Well, that Sunday morning, we went to Crossroads Church.  When I walked in, I was surprised because people were smiling everywhere, and were so friendly.  Actually, it freaked me out.  Back then, I thought you went to hell for smiling in church.  I told my ex that if they tried to serve us kool aid, I was running.  I threw an expletive in there, and she said, "I can't believe you said that in church!"  I said, "Well, it's how I feel."

We then walked into the sanctuary, and I was surprised again.  I really liked rock music, and on stage, there were guitars and drums.  I liked that.  Then we sat down in comfortable chairs, and that was also different for me.  Well the service went on, and some guy in jeans and a tee shirt came out on stage.  I didn't know who he was, but when I realized he would be the guy speaking to us about God that day, I knew he would definitely be in trouble with God.  (He wasn't!)  I can't explain it, but somewhere between the middle and end of that service, something changed in me.  When we went to leave, I wanted to complain about something, but my thoughts stopped halfway through my brain, and I didn't.  I was always negative about everything before that, and at that moment, I knew that no one wanted to hear all of the negativity.  We were both pretty excited about the church and went back Wednesday night to a youth service.  The pastor was preaching and saying things like, "if you've ever lied and wished you hadn't, stand up".  He called me out like that over and over, but as people all around stood up, I was too stubborn.  I knew I was wrong but my pride didn't want to stand up, so much so that I thought I would break some of my own fingers from squeezing one hand so tight with the other.    After a while, the pastor said something like, "Please excuse me guys, I'm letting God take over."  Then my heart started pounding like it was going to beat out of my chest, and the pastor said, "If you feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest, stand up!"  I stood up.  I knew he couldn't fake that.  That night's sermon was about being abstinent until marriage, and I was convicted of it.  I knew it was meant for me, and at that point, I began practicing abstinence.  The following Sunday, we went back to the same church, and at the end of service when the pastor asked if anyone wanted to accept Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior, I did.  It was the greatest day of my life.  After that, my girlfriend and I were going separate ways, and after a lot of heart ache and tears, our relationship ended.  It actually happened like this;  I was working nights, and we had been in so much dispute.  I laid down on the floor of a structure we were in while I had some time, looked up at the ceiling, and said, "God, this is as real as I've ever been with you.  It's just me and you here.  If she's in the way of my relationship with you, get her out of my life."  The following morning, I tried to call her to say "I love you" and all that, but she put me off two or three times, then called me, (and I mean this part with all sincerity), and told me she no longer wanted to be with me.  She asked me not to get mad but I did.  When I realized our relationship was over, I literally wanted to die.  I was as distraught as I have ever been, and I remember pouring my heart out to God.  I was in so much pain, I felt like I was literally in pieces on my bedroom floor at one point.  Thankfully though, God put me back together piece by piece...

I came to terms with the fact that I was moving on, and I knew God had been doing a great work in me.  I remember praying to Him saying, "God, I'm ready for you to bring me a girlfriend that I would be equally yoked with and that you would be pleased with me dating."  A few days later, I was going to pray about that situation again, and I remember saying, "No, you KNOW WHAT GOD?  I'M READY FOR THE WOMAN THAT YOU WANT TO BE MY WIFE!" 

I can't tell you for sure how long it was after I prayed that prayer that I saw my ex girlfriend Malorie on Myspace, but it couldn't have been more than two or three months.  I hadn't talked to Malorie in about five years, and when we had last talked, I had been pretty mean.  I knew that I couldn't go on saying I was a Christ follower sincerely when I was pretty sure someone in the world was probably hurt by me, and I wanted the chance to apologize.  I sent Malorie a message, and all it said was, "Hi Malorie, how have you been?"  She sent back two sentences in reply, which turned into paragraphs of conversation, to dinner two weeks later, and us getting married about a year and a month later.  We have been married for a little over a year and two months now, and have our sons Travis, (who Malorie had when we began dating, and I have taken as my own son), and a little baby boy, Brendan.  When talking about me wanting to apologize, Malorie always tells me, "I think you got your point across."  And the man from Africa I said had prayed for me?  He ended up being a great friend and even officiated Malorie and I's wedding!  By the way, I was a little backsliden when we started dating.  Malorie came with me to a Christmas production at Crossroads and gave her life back to God, and we have been yearning to get closer and closer to Him ever since.  Also, I have not drank alcohol, used drugs, or smoked cigarettes in at least a year and a half.  What can I say, God is great!

If you ever decide that you want to accept Jesus Christ in your heart, you just have to believe in your heart that He is God's Son and risen from the dead, and confess it with your mouth.  Pray a prayer, (sincerely), telling God you are sorry for your sins and ask Him to be forgiven.  You will be.  At that moment, you will be saved and adopted into the family of God.  Turn away from everything you know is sin, and start living your life to please God.  He loves you.  I firmly believe you should find a good, Bible believing church and surround yourself with other people who love God as well, and read your Bible everyday.  Not because you have to, but because these things will help you live out your faith and be the best you can be!  I hope this has helped you in some way, and if you just prayed a prayer like I mentioned above and feel you don't know how to get connected with people who believe or you need a Bible, or anything really, please feel free to contact me, and I will do all that I can to help you.  Also, if you did just say this prayer, and were saved, God bless you, and congratulations on your new life in Christ!