My Testimony
A few weeks ago I mentioned that I had been asked to speak at an event at my church. That happened this past Monday night and I’m rather pleased with how it went.
The event was a dinner that was held at the church. There were about thirty people there, most of whom have known me since I was a kid. I was asked to come and play a couple of songs and tell my story, or my “testimony” in church speak. The reason I was asked to speak is because I was one of the many, many kids raised in that church who went astray but one of the very few to come home. My story represents hope. If the Lord can change the Johnson kid surely he can do the same for the rest of them.
Some of the people who attended the dinner are the parents of kids I grew up with. They needed encouragement. They needed to know that there is hope. And I thought they should that it’s not their fault.
I talked for about twenty minutes I think. It was extremely cathartic for me. It helped me to look back at who I was this time last year and realize how unbelievably far God has brought me. How incredible God’s peace is. And how amazing it is to be free and forgiven.
Over the next few days I think I’ll blog more about what happened Monday night and what happened in the fourteen years leading up to it.
Here’s the picture of the day.
I can’t wait! Mom
How cool is it that my Mom actually reads my blog? And how cool is it for me that I’m not even worried about what she might see anymore?