Well, I contemplated for a while on whether or not I should start a thread here, and asked God about if this was the right choice, but I decided, I've made reference to a couple things (like, talking about 'since February') and it might very well be a good idea to share a few things.
I won't go into too much detail about things that happened in the past few years. But, I have a very good friend. The person I shared practically all my secrets with, and she did the same for me. She's a very Christian, God-loving girl, and I have a lot of respect for her. However, there was a time when I would be hurt, physically and verbally, by her. She'd say things were just a joke, or that I had a good reaction to the things she did, but really, I went home and cried myself to sleep. So, finally, I had enough, and got really mad at her. Those times were brutal. But, we sorta cleared it up, and now, I know that she's truly sorry for what she did, and I've forgiven her. I still share a lot of personal things with her, and she knows how to keep a secret.
Fast forward a year or so. I have a lot of friends, life is going great. And, here, especially, I won't go into detail. I'll just say, that there was something that had been bugging me, and I didn't know who was doing it. I told my friends about it, and they all seemed to be just as curious about what was going on as well...a week or so later, they come up to me, laughing, saying it was them...later, one of them told me that I went white like a ghost, and she thought I was going to faint or something. Long story short, I trusted them with something that I thought of as very important, and they broke that trust. They thought I would laugh...but I was so heart broken. It may seem like a small thing, but it hurt me like crap. After that point, things got a little better. I forgave them, and things were looking up. However, I still wasn't...truly happy. I don't know what it was, but something was missing. That year, I know there was a battle going on in the spirits around me, and I think, the demons were doing a better job of convincing me of all the negative parts of life. And I knew that they were speaking ill into me. I knew there was a battle going on.
Fast forward again to the beginning of this school year. I was doing well, and getting better at spending time with God. I was learning more things, getting inspired by many things, getting a lot out of Sunday School, and I considered getting baptized at around the same time as my sister did (around Christmas-time). I didn't, though, and life continued normally and happily.
And then came that night in February. Oh, I'm happy it happened, but at the time, it freaked me out so bad.
It was a dream. I don't know how you feel about dreams in the modern day, and frankly, I don't care. I know this was a dream that was meant to show me something.
In this dream, I had been at church, and was walking home afterwards. There iss a shortcut path I was walking down, and on the grass beside it, I saw a young adult male...He looked maybe eighteen or twenty...older than me.
I didn't get a good feeling from him, so I walked by quickly. I knew something was wrong. I quickened my pace. When I looked back, I saw the guy had jumped out onto the path, eyes intently trained on me. I started running. I knew who he was. I don't know how I knew, but I knew. This man was Satan, in human form. I became afraid, and panicked as I ran down the path and onto the street that I lived on. My house was just a little ways down the road. I ran, hoping, praying, that he wouldn't catch up to me. I came up to my house, and looked up at the front porch step. And guess who was there? The very same devil I'd been running from, his eyes glowing red, perhaps to give a visual effect to the me in the dream.
I was scared. Frightened. And I felt the devil seeping into my spirit, seeking control over me. I knew what I had to do. I prayed. Asked God to protect me from this horror. And the devil went away.
I'm not sure what happened next, but I was at my school, and a couple of my friends were changing for gym. And I saw the devil, again, in human form. I cooled myself down, knowing that I couldn't be afraid, but I saw him go into the place where my friends were changing. And they didn't know. Because they couldn't see him. Basically, I was the only one who could see him.
Throughout this dream, I saw the devil try to control and get into the heads of other people, and when he was doing so, their eyes would turn red. There was nothing I could do to stop it from happening. I knew by then that the devil would try to do this to me-or anybody else-whenever I started to become afraid of him or start to doubt God.
When I woke up, I was weirded out, and a little scared. I ended up getting sick (again) that day, and I was certainly in no mood to be at school.
Shortly after that, I learned of my grandparents' accident, and how my grandpa was expected to die. My dad flew out to be with his family, and the days of bad news went by...things did eventually start looking up for my grandparents, luckily. Many prayers were being answered.
Anyway, at that time, I really started looking to the Lord. The dream showed me how I was doubting Him, and it improved my relationship a lot. Also, I read the book The Shack. Well, I know that did a lot to show me that God is truly there for me to have a relationship with. I grew closer to Him, started spending more time with Him, and listened for the little things He said more. I've gotten a lot better at hearing God now. ^^
I also noticed God was showing me many things to do with angels during that time period. They kept popping up everywhere! And, basically, with those, plus my dream, God has revealed the true reality of the spiritual realm. It's more complicated than that, but I won't go into very much detail here. It's not the place.
I've gotten a lot of little things like that, where God has shown me messages subtly, but truly, and I now know the Lord more closely. I've had to go through some hard things, but I've become closer to my Heavenly Father through it all. I always know that He is right there beside me, even in me, as we are His temple, and I go to Him for even the smallest little things. I talk to Him more frequently and openly, and I can truly say I love Him and mean it with all my heart, body, and soul. I've also been shown how much He really loves me, and love has become a very important thing for me.
I'm still quite young, and I know there are many things He has to show and teach me, but I thank Him so much for what He's done for me so far.
This was a brief telling of my testimony up to now. It's longer than I intended, but I had to include a lot of things Thank you for those who read through it all
I felt it was necessary to post this, because what happened is very important to me and my walk with God. There are many other things I could have included, but didn't.
That is all-for now.