I grew up in a family where going to church on Sundays and Wednesdays was pretty normal.
From a young age, I was aware of something called the Holy Spirit. I heard the phrase in our church meetings and was conscious that it was a gift from God.
I understood that people knew they had received the Holy Spirit because they had evidence of speaking in tongues.
As I grew older, I was encouraged by my family to seek for the Holy Spirit myself, which I did, on and off for some years. Finally, in 2003, when I was twelve years old, I received the Holy Spirit while at a youth camp. Although I always believed
I would receive this gift, I still remember feeling amazed at that moment when it happened.
A short time later I was baptised by full immersion as it’s demonstrated in the bible.
As a twelve-year-old, my life didn’t change dramatically from that time. I went back to school after the holidays and things were essentially the same. However,
I had been changed.
I now had a personal relationship with God. I knew that I was on the right path and that God would never let me down.
As I’ve grown older, God has always had his hand upon me. I know that no matter where I find myself, or whatever situation I’m in, I can put my faith and trust in him. Things will work out, not always in the way I expect, but in the way that is right and according to God’s plan.