Kat

Days go by.
2013-07-01 00:35:39 (UTC)

why?

Dear Diary,

I have been asked many times in my life why exactly i believe what i do. I am a christian and am not afraid to show it, however people tend to assume i believe it cause i was brought up in a home where that was the principle belief. Wrong. My home life may have had a impact but it certainly did not determine it.

I am a christian why? This a a large question that could take forever to fully answer.

I am a christian because i love god and i am his. Lame.
Thats not going to make someone believe you, sure you love god but why?????

Step aside from the cookie cutter answers and the sunday school answers like jesus and the bible.

Now ti really answer this. I have several reasons that i believe in god, the main one being he has never failed me. All of my life i have felt him by my sides and several times i have called on him and everytimehe answered, maybe not when i wanted him to but he did.
I remember when i was little and my dad used to travel a lot and i would pray every night that my daddy made it where he needed to be safely, because i didnt wanna loose my best friend. And i would work myself up over it, thinking what would happen if i were to loose him, but every night after i finished praying i felt comforted knowing god was watching my daddy for me.

There also was a time that my sister was having some trouble and really struggling, a few years back my sister was diagnosed with clinical depression. I remember being no older then 11 watching her constantly be upset and down i hated it, i prayed and prayed for her to get better, the psychologist perscribed her just what she thought would work and mysister started feeling better, i thought it was a gift from heaven. Little did i know that medicine was building up in her system. One morning when my mom woke my sister up for school she wasnt looking too good, we didnt know why, we gave her her medicine and let her go back to sleep, my mom called her psychologist because at that point morgan was almost incoherent. She was passed out and had slow responses, the psychologist said to flush fluids through her imediatly and if nothing happened rush her to the er. well the fluids started working and my mom went to her bed where morgan laid down earlier to get her drink and found that the medicine she was supposed to have taken that morning was laying on the bed, my sisster missed her mouth when taking the pills because she wass so sick, had she taken that medicine she wouldnt be here right now.

My most recent experience that has made me know god is there and has built my relationship up with him is my dad. late one night after getting back from pranking a friend i was rattled awake by my mom screaming from downstairs for me, i rushed down stairs and my mom gave me a phone and said call becky the ambulence is on its way. brfore i could ask why i looked over to see my dad bent over on the ground unable to breathe. I quickly called becky surely studdering and incomprehenable she understood she needed to come over. I immediatly rushed through the house past my dad then bluing i the face and said i love you incase it was my last chance. i rushed out the door and waited for the ambulence. As soon as they got there they rushed in put him on air and pulled out for the hospitl. at that point becky got there and we headed off. Once we made it to the hospital we waited for hours it seemed like while they were trying to stableize my dad. at this point i had to have called on god at least 20 times. after a while my dad was doing better and we were allowed to see him. he was completly pale, so un like himself, but he survived just like i prayed for, he ended up having double pnemonia and plurasy. after a week or so he was released from the hospital and god gave me my daddy back.

these majoir events in my life dont make me think wow this is why i am a christian they actualy make me think, how could i not be?





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