If I was a normal person, with a normal story, and a normal life with a normal writing style, I'd start out this story by telling you my name. My history. You get the idea. But, I've never been normal. I've always been the outsider, I like it that way. And this isn't a normal story. No, this is real. This is me, and I don't know why God's telling me to do this. But, he is.
Ever since I was little I remembered odd things, little bits and pieces of stories, or memories. I heard voices, I hear voices. Not in a crazy way, they're memories. I always like to tell stories, and sing, and dances. I'm the creative type. And I'd like to start out this story... My story with a memory.
My uncle was a preacher, he still is, but he lives in Italy or something now. He preached at this little church no more than five miles from my house. Mom used to take me there every single service, and I remember one day they asked me if I'd like to see Jesus one day. Of course I said yes, I was no more than seven years of age at the time. And so they prayed with me, and I was "saved". But, I wasn't really. I was just a parrot mimicking words back to people who I loved.
In my fifth year of schooling I attended a bible club, it was great fun and they gave us cookies. And one day the leader of the club asked if I was saved, I said no (At the time I did not remember the previous memory.). And so, with five other members I was taken into the staff lunch room and again I mimicked words back. But, I still wasn't saved.
March Twenty-Seventh of the year Two Thousand and Thirteen I walked into a new youth group room, I'd followed my old youth pastors to their new church, everyone assumed that I was saved. That I had a perfect life. That everything was amazing, but that was wrong. Justin (my youth pastor) talked about surrender that night, and before the whole youth group in a rather sobbing and embrassing matter I was truly saved.
Two weeks later what I now refer to as World War broke out. And I lost all footing on everything I know. Who I am isn't important, what I am isn't important (aside from the fact that I'm a Christian), and I don't even know why I'm writing this. But, I know God is saying to and I'll follow his voice. These are my memories, my stories, my life. The good, the bad, and the really really heartbreaking.