This past Sunday at Church, my 16 year old nephew shared his testimony, I am so proud of him and wanted to share his wonderful story of how he found Jesus, with all of you:
Hey, my name
is Dean, some of you know me, and some of you don’t. I don’t have a fancy
opening line like everyone else, but I felt completely overwhelmed to share my
testimony, so here it goes…
I was born to
a regular family. Other than being partially hearing impaired, my life, all in
all, was your average, middle age family, life, and it was great. My hearing
was nothing that ever held me back, and after learning to cope with it, it
became natural to me. Devin, my younger brother, was born when I was 3,
literally, to the date. He, my dad, and I all share the same October birthday.
The year Devin
turned one, and I turned 4, he got a cold that he couldn’t fight off. After
weeks of medications and examinations, he finally got better. Two weeks after
his recovery, the doctors called my parents with the test results they did on
him while he was sick. That is when they established that Devin had a disease,
autoimmune deficiency disorder, which is basically when the common cold or
virus, that most people get annually during flu season, could kill him.
We had to
completely go into isolation, to prevent the spread of germs. Basically, we
were stuck inside our home, excluding short trips to the grocery store, and me
going back and forth to school.
Being so young
I didn’t understand the seriousness of his disease. I continued to go to school
up until my 5th grade year. In the middle of the school year, Devin
got sick from a cold that I had picked up while going to school. I was maturing
at that time and now understood how my going to school was somewhat effecting
his life. My parents sat me down, and we all made the decision for me to start
getting home schooled.
After months
of isolation, and routine doctor visits, Devin was somehow, in remission from
his disease. My parents decided that both, Devin and I, could go to school to
have that social experience that most kids have. The first three months of
school were amazing. We attended school, ate lunch in the lunchroom, played on
the playground, and all in all enjoyed our school experience. When December
rolled around, and the temperature in the air started to change, so did Devin.
He got sick
again, but this time it was worse, he was not getting better and they had to
admit him into the hospital. Devin’s disease was back. He and I had to be
pulled out of school.
It was then I
went into a depression. I felt like it was never going to end. I was emotionally and physically exhausted.
Between not being able to have what seemed like a normal life, I let my
emotions get the best of me, and became very rude to others, and that is not at
all who I am or how I was raised.
Once things
settled down for us and we got back into our normal isolation, home-schooled,
routine. My parents, along with the doctors, established that our life would be
6 months on and 6 months off.
Similar to the
way retired people live. In the winter they come down for 6 months and stay in
either South Carolina or Florida, when summer hits, they return to their homes
up North.
Our life was
similar in the fact that during the winter we would be kept in isolation, but
when spring and summer rolled around we would be able to get out more. During
the spring we decided to start looking for Church’s, so both Devin and myself
could get some social interaction.
After
attending a few Church’s, we ended up going to Ridgeland Baptist one Sunday
morning. My dad, who plays guitar, was helping with the music from time to
time, and we attended to see how we fit in with the Church family there. We
thoroughly enjoyed our experience.
We liked our
Sunday mornings at RBC that we started to attend Wednesday night service. We
made friends and it wasn’t long we felt comfortable with our new Church family.
Annually, the
RBC youth group attends a youth conference in Daytona Beach, Florida. Due to
financial hardships because of doctor examinations and hospital bills we were
never able to attend.
This year
however, we pinched our pennies and were able to go. The first day and night
went by and it was fun, I didn’t really take anything seriously, but was
enjoying myself. The second day came and I felt myself becoming a bit emotional,
because the sermon the preacher spoke about that day responded so closely to me
and my life. By the time day 3 rolled around thoughts were swirling in my mind,
and on the 3rd night, a close friend of mine shared his testimony
with me.
He explained
at how the end of his testimony he became saved. I have always had God on my
side and he has always provided for our family and gotten us through hard times
during Devin’s sickness, but it wasn’t until that night while lying in bed,
that I really thought if I had ever truly accepted him into my life, and really
become saved?
The day before
we were to leave to go back home, the preacher once again preached a sermon
that was closely related to my life, almost like he knew me personally, and was
pointing directly at me. He talked about being saved, it was then the emotions
escaped me and I knew what I needed to do.
After the
final Thursday night sermon, we went back to our hotel to start getting
prepared to return home, when Aunt DeAnne gave us all an opportunity to share
our testimonies one last time during our trip. People were sharing theirs, and
I had a debate in my head on whether or not I should share mine, whether I
should tell my secrets of all the feelings I had, and that’s when I came to the
conclusion, that God wants me to share my regrets, my hardships and my
struggles. I never thought I would share these feelings with anyone.
Everyone was
staring at me, I stood silently, staring at the ground, and after I let out all
of my emotions and my story, I knew I was ready to be saved. I wanted the Lord,
Jesus to come into my heart.
The next day I
felt completely different, like a rough storm had passed through. All the
weight I had carried all those years was lifted off my shoulders, and before we
left Daytona, I got baptized in the ocean to finalize my salvation.
It’s with this
I can say proudly: I AM SAVED!!!
I could not be more proud of him!
I love you Dean!
xo