For our English class, we had to wite a paper about a "significant memory" and I chose when I gave my life over to god, our instructor for college actually Read this on the screen in class and I felt so embarrassed/etc, and the grammar is not that "good" But I am going to post it because I think if it inspires 1 person, I would feel better.
There is grammar errors and it's a work in progress still ( Rough Draft ) Any critique is welcomed (Please be nice and supportive)
Title:
Mexican MiracleQuote
My life drastically changed when I went on a Mission trip to Mexico with my baseball team in 2007. The baseball team is a Christian youth group ministry called RealitySports. The plan was to head over to Mexico and build houses for very poor Mexican families. I stayed over there for week. I was 15 years old at the time and our baseball group camped outside next to the Rosarito beach. We spent the first 5 days finishing up a family’s house; we had to build it from plain wood and by mixing concrete. It was a very long and agonizing process. It was hot and around 100 degrees out, it was just horrible. But by the end of the day, we finished and the family was literally in tears when they saw the new house. After that, we had 2 days to go out and have fun in the city. We bought and bargained with the street sellers and bought some really cool necklaces, rings, shoes/etc. After we were done, we all went back to our camp. Everyone wanted to go to the beach, so I went with my friends and started playing in the ocean. You couldn’t really see any white caps so I figured that heading out deeper was fine. I saw one of my friends out in the ocean, and he looked like he was getting swept away, so I egotistically told myself that I was going to go save him. So I started to run towards the water and the water got like right above my waste, I felt like this was a good place to stop. I wasn’t going to go out further because I got scared. But while thinking of all that, I suddenly got caught up in a riptide, my body kept getting dragged out in the sea further and further away. I kept screaming for help as loud as I could. And I really had no idea what to do so I just panicked and started screaming “HELP”. While I was trying to swim back to shore, I was actually just wasting all my energy. The riptide kept pulling me even deeper in the sea. I started to cry and just gave up. My body slowly was sinking under the water and I felt like I was about to die. I was scared for my life and I literally saw tons of images start flashing through my brain like a fast slideshow. All the images were white colored and had a black painting in the background. The images were of my mom and all of the people who I ever had a relationship with; my friends/sister/grandma. While I was sinking down underwater, I felt 2 hands grab my hand, my body instantly felt a jolt of shock and I held on to their hand as strong as I could. It was 2 wrestlers that were from another team; miraculously they heard my cry for help. I literally almost passed out when they were trying to get me back to the beach shore. The waves were washing us even further back into the ocean. I then thought we all were going to die. I believe God acted then and gave the wrestlers more strength to help carry me out. It happened so fast that I don’t even know how long we were out there, but we made it! And I was just lying on the beach getting every breath of air that I could. People started to swarmed me and was like “Nick, are you ok man?” I couldn’t even talk… I was laying on the sand for about 30 minutes. Then our baseball coach, who is a Pastor; came over to me and started to talk to me about what happened and I just told him that I was scared to death and I felt hopeless and alone. He then told me about Jesus and what he has to offer if I accept him into my life. He asked me if I wanted to be saved and I told him yes! Right at that moment I gave my life over to God on the beach. Right after I became saved, my views on every little aspect changed dramatically. For instance, I used to think lustfully about women and have naughty thoughts; now I look at them as role models and with respect. My views are different than most guys, but at least I know I will treat women with more respect and dignity then I would before. Another aspect that changed, was judging people with hateful thoughts. I used to think about people and judge them without actually even getting to know them. Now I always give room for everyone that I meet to always be a friend of mine. I am more humble, nice, and overall just a lot happier and more excited to live. I believe that was the Holy Spirit that filled my heart that day and made all my views different. I feel like I have been blessed so much! And that I can accomplish anything that I want now with God on my side.
(Somone in our class suggested the title name! haha) (I copied and pasted it out of word so should be fine)
This post was edited by HighschoolTurd on Feb 2 2012 10:07am