I was raised in a religious household and committed my life to God at the age of 12, in a local church where we lived in Puerto Rico. The church's name was Primera
Iglesia Bautista de Utuado, which in English means, First Baptist Church in Utuado. When you are that age or younger you are so
full of God's love, you have lots of love for God, and God is your world. I
remember having so much love for him and the church. We attended church regularly and faithfully Sundays, Wednesdays, and youth nights on Fridays. We accompanied my dad to help him clean up the church as he was a deacon. As a small child you don't fully understand what God and religion means. As a teenager you doubt what God means and the purpose of religion in your life. I would want to be with my friends from school instead of the youth group from church. Following the flesh seemed more fun and exciting than listening to God's word. When we moved back to the U.S. I realized that most of my friends where Catholics and few believed
in God. The friends I wanted to spend my time with weren't believers in God and this tested my faith. On those occasions when things went wrong in my life there were times I would stop believing in my faith and begin hanging out with the wrong crowd. Though my parents still had a strong hand on me going to church, I would attend but would not participate. I eventually started making my own decisions, disobeying my parents and became rebellious at home. The devil is our strongest rival against Christianity and helps us in our sins. But the origins of our sins comes primarily from us loosing our faith and moving from the spiritual to the worldly.
In my next blog I will chronicle the actions in my life that led me away from my salvation.
GB-Essie
GB-Essie
