ME

As an Apostolic Pentecoastal teenager living in this harsh and cruel generation is nothing close to being easy. I have heard so many preachers preach about how the generation that the young people are growing up in today was ten times as worse as it was 30 years ago. I would have to say that is true. I am just beginning to understand the importance of really being grounded in the church. To have a love and PASSION to live for God, a desire to worship, and a humbleness to his spirit. I am 19 years old and I haven't always lived in this truth. I started attending the local Pentecostal church at a young age of 6. The only reason that I was going was because the lady that my daddy was with( who later turned out to be my step-mom of 14 years)was a backslid Pentecostal. She realized that she wanted a family that loved God and attended church. Well over the next 13 years alot happened in my life. Some was good and some was bad, but the one thing that i have come to realize was that all the bad made me the person that I am. I have been through the valleys and on the mountain tops, but I have always remembered what Gods word said. It tells me that he God will not put more on me than I can bare.Which to be honest sometimes I wonder what God thinks is too much, but then he hits me upside the head and I remember he has all control.
I mentioned earlier about learning to have a love and passion to live for God. I periodically sit down and just remember back about 10 years ago. I was 9 years old and was then attending the Pentecostal church every Sunday. I knew that it was different and that they worshipped different, but I was still kind of confused about this semi-new relegion. The next few years consisted of me learning through Sunday school about all what the church believed and why we believed what we did. Then as time progressed I recieved the gift of the Holy Ghost and was baptized in the name of Jesus. I finally got to feel and experience the joy and the happiness that everyone had always talked about. Yet though for every victory there are battles. I have had a share of battles but with Gods grace and mercy I always seem to make it through. When I was about 12 years old I was invited by a close friend to come to youth service on Friday nights known as Power Supply. I went and loved it because not only was there games to be played and friends to talk to, but the presence of God was there. I still to this day attend every Power Supply unless I the reasons are out of my control. As I have grown older I have realized that all the problems and struggles that seemed so big when I was younger were just speed bumps to help prepare me for now. So I'm ending with this thought today. When the mountains seem so tall and we think we are never going to make it to the top, we have to remember that Jesus carried that cross up a hill for us. So the burden and struggle that we are facing may seem huge and heavy , but it will never compare to the weight of the cross that Jesus carried.