For the believers...

Do you remember when you got saved, and how it felt when you did, and whether or not this has changed, and how long it has been. Thanks.

I was saved in a service when I was 9 - my grandmother talked to me and asked me if I'd like to go to the altar and I said yes - much I didn't understand but I asked Jesus to forgive me of my sin and come inro my heart - a warm comforting feeling came over me and I'm sooo thankful, He reached WAY down for me, couldn't put my finger on it but I knew I had been changed inside - strayed for awhile but as years passed saw evidence He loved me, opening many doors, watching after me, and about 10 years ago returned to church and been richly blessed and growing since, Amen !!

Well I was raised catholic, and right after my mother forced me to get conformation I did one hell of a 180. I never felt comfortable being catholic, I found so many contradictions and just wanted to be done with it. So I think around 12 years old I started flipping out. Fornication,Fighting Stealing everything you shouldn't do. everything. I denied that there was a god. I was in a lot of pain for reasons I surely don't want to get into, but that went on for years. I would hurt my self try to kill my self everything bad. then I started with the whole I am god thing controller of my own destiny. Anyway, after 9/11 my mom lost her job and we were going through some really tough times. Sometimes no food and stuff. It was a really Humbling experience being as that before that I never really wanted for anything material because it was within my reach. My family situation kept getting worse and worse. My mom and dad didn't have the best relationship if you know what I mean there was always fighting in the house, my brothers started using drugs and drinking and selling.Not to mention one of my family members was into witch craft and I would see spirits and stuff (really freaky) I would have terrible dreams about people dying and then they would die in real life. I saw things chasing after me. I felt as if I was alone. My life was falling apart and I was only 16. I got made fun of a lot in school too so its like I had no refuge.I had these two guy friends that I grew up with who went to church. I started hanging out with them and it was like they never forced anything on me. they would even put up with my potty mouth and claims about god being imaginary. any way as I said things kept getting worse and it was like I had nothing. So then I was like God if you really exist why are you putting me through this, I felt broken. So one day my friend said come to church with me and I was like this cursing god stuff is getting me nowhere fast let me TRY it. So when I got there I started crying uncontrollably when my friend started singing his eye is on the sparrow (she has a beautiful voice) and like just felt like a weight being lifted off of me. I was happy for the first time in forever I actually ate something ( at this point I had no appetite). but I didn't accept Christ till I met My Nana Proffetess Nero (she always says no baby you can call me Nana shes like one of those sweet grandmas that makes you sweater and stuff). I never met this lady before and she never met me and she told me all about my life, I was amazed. she asked me if I had been saved I said no. she asked me if I wanted to be I said yes. I got baptized a year later.
So basically he had to take everything away from me so that I would know who God really was. He really humbled me, and now my life is much more enjoyable I don't want for anything I have favor everywhere I go and best of all I have the greatest friend a person could have. I thank the lord everyday for showing me his goodness and mercy, and for being mindful of a person as unworthy as me and for calling me his friend. It is truly amazing what the lord can do with even the most rebellious person. And I thank him for putting me through that to realize what he can do.
What a friend we have in Jesus!

Sorry it's so long but hey you asked : ). Anyway I know I had better prepare to get slain on this post by non believers

One time, when I was about 8, I was mad at my Nan (who's christian) and I asked her to prove God's existance, because I couldn't find any reason to believe. She told me to get right down on my knees and pray for forgiveness, or otherwise God would send me to hell. I did, because what she said scared me a little. After telling God how sorry I was and all that, I actually did feel physically forgiven. In the course of the next few years, I talked to God a lot, and I do think it helped me calm down and sort my head out quite a few times. I don't believe now, but in those years it was very comforting.

Thank you very much for those wonderful answers, and Jesusismysavior, what you wrote is more than beautiful... please... don't appologize, it is perfect. I thank you so very much for sharing it, and for all the hearts that it will touch, over the years, as these posts stay around... forever, maybe???

And for the attacks...well, you are in the army of the Lord now, so, just put on your full armor, keep your eyes upon Him, and keep marching !!!

God bless... (((Hugs)))

It never changed me. I was saved twice, I never felt any different. At the time, of coarse, the only thing that had changed was the fact that I believed to be insured about going into heaven. I also believed that I talked to God, however, nothing changed. But hey, I was young dull minded then. I grew out of make believe a long time ago.