I grew up in a Christian home. I had the honor and privilege to go to Hume Lake Christian Camp when I was eight. I went to wagon train and had an amazing counselor name Debbie. Here I was at this camp sleeping in wagons and away from my parents. Since I had been going to church since I was a little kid, hearing about Jesus wasn't a new think for me. But hearing Debbie explain to me, how all have sinned even me and that the way to eternal life is through Jesus Christ. She explained it in a way that I at 8 could understand it and right then and there I accepted Christ into my life.
When I got into high school, I decided to take a different path. I started to hangout with the wrong crowd and started to party. I was your "Sunday Christian" meaning I would go to church on Sunday and praise God but lived a different life through out the rest if the week. It was the end of my junior year, that I realized that I wasn’t happy. That this was not the life that I wanted but I didn’t know what to do next. I felt so empty and alone. Then there was one night when I was home alone. I sat in my bathroom floor crying and decided that I didn't want to live anymore. So I started to cut my wrist. I prayed to God that if He were real that He would stop me. Just then, I got a phone call from an old elementary friend. She was looking through her yearbook and wanted to call me. She didn’t know if I still had the same number but decided to try. She just wanted to let me know that because of my kindness to her when she started school, that it had changed her life and wanted to thank me for it. It was then that I realized that God was real and that he truly did love me and I wasn’t alone.
From there I rededicated my life to Christ and decided that I was all in. I claimed Psalm 146:2 as my life verse, “ I will praise the Lord with all my heart, yes even with my dying breath.” I kept looking at my scar on my wrist and felt sadness and disappointed that I had tried to kill myself. So I got a tattoo to cover the scar. It is a cross in the middle with butterfly wings over it to remember that Christ is my reason for living and the butterfly wings are that I am a new creation in him. (2 Cor 5:17)