God is My Daddy
Giving honor to God, who is the head of my life, I would like to thank Him for blessing my family with a new computer. I've been gone for the past few months because I was undergoing a spiritual reawakening. And we didn't have a computer because I was doing evil things with it, learning about witchcraft, homosexuality, women working outside the home, and other egregious sins. At first I thought the computer was broken because my little brother spilt his Coke all over the keyboard. But no! It was GOD, the Heavenly Father! Later that week I saw Him in a dream. Jesus came to me and told me to repent. I brushed the vision off as a weird dream resulting from too much ice cream before bed. The next week I had another dream in which Jesus said I was hurting my family. Again, I wrote it off as nothing. The third time He came to me in a dream, He told me that I was going to burn in Hell for my sins if I didn't repent. Finally giving into the "delusion," I asked Him for proof. How could I know this was really Jesus talking to me and not a burrito? He told me that my eldest brother, Brandon would be in a near fatal car accident on his way home from college, but God was going to save him. I pretty much laughed at this, turned over, and went to sleep.
Two days later, Brandon hit another car head-on on I-75. He was rushed to the hospital with multiple broken bones, a punctured lung, a concussion, and he'd lost a LOT of blood. The doctors weren't sure if he was going to make it. They were giving him a day...tops.
And then the miracle occured. While I was weeping at the bedside of my older brother, he lifted his hand and put it on top of mine, saying, "Don't cry, Peanut. Everything'll be okay." Peanut. He hadn't called me that since I was in elementary school. I asked him how he knew everything was fine, and he said that he had faith. Not everything requires proof. He slipped off to sleep, and I sat there dumbfounded. That's when I realized that I had to devote my life to God. If my dying brother had the sense to put his life in Jesus's hands, why couldn't I? So I did.
It was another three weeks before Brandon could come home. He's still pretty much bedridden, but sometimes he comes out of his room to watch TV or something. He's going back to school next semester, and I've since joined a church. Praise God.
Two days later, Brandon hit another car head-on on I-75. He was rushed to the hospital with multiple broken bones, a punctured lung, a concussion, and he'd lost a LOT of blood. The doctors weren't sure if he was going to make it. They were giving him a day...tops.
And then the miracle occured. While I was weeping at the bedside of my older brother, he lifted his hand and put it on top of mine, saying, "Don't cry, Peanut. Everything'll be okay." Peanut. He hadn't called me that since I was in elementary school. I asked him how he knew everything was fine, and he said that he had faith. Not everything requires proof. He slipped off to sleep, and I sat there dumbfounded. That's when I realized that I had to devote my life to God. If my dying brother had the sense to put his life in Jesus's hands, why couldn't I? So I did.
It was another three weeks before Brandon could come home. He's still pretty much bedridden, but sometimes he comes out of his room to watch TV or something. He's going back to school next semester, and I've since joined a church. Praise God.