I grew up in a Christian family, and went to many gospel meetings as a result. I heard often that Jesus died for my sins and that I needed forgiveness. Around the age of six I asked Jesus to forgive my sins and invited Him into my heart. From then on, I read the Bible often and would just talk with God throughout the day.
As I grew up, I started to feel more self-conscious. When my friends were doing things wrong, I would correct them, which result in trouble for me. By the time I went to Boarding School, I had become a class clown in order to fit in. I tried to follow God, but felt I had no power to do it.
At fifteen, I felt I wanted to take my relationship with God more seriously, and this was further compounded when my favourite uncle committed suicide. My sister-in-law was attending a small fellowship church, and I saw something different in her. The church talked a lot about the work of the Holy Spirit. I started to read my Bible more, and read about the Baptism of the Holy Spirit.
Eventually, I was prayed for and received the Baptism of the Holy Spirit, and started to speak in tongues. This was the missing component in my life, and I only became more bold in my faith, but the opinions of others mattered less because I was understanding more that God loved me and had a plan for my life.
Over the past couple of years, I have grown in understanding of God’s love for me. I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I decided that I was not going to fear. God has led me down a path of healing and greater intimacy with Him that I have known up to this point. I know one day when I do pass from this life, I will be with Him forever, but in the meantime His promise to me is that through Jesus, I shall have life and have it more abundantly (John 10:10: “The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy. I [Jesus] came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance.”).