When I was younger my mom introduced me to God. She always taught me to carry my sense of faith and raised me going to church. As a young boy, I held an excess amount of anger inside and was almost always frustrated. I did not like to talk about my feelings and so sports often became the outlet for those emotions.
My acceptance of Christ was not the typical Sunday sort of thing where I sat in church and said the ABC's. In fact, I didn’t really know exactly what I was doing. All I knew was that I needed help right where I was. I was twelve years old at the time and I remember clearly that my parents were in the midst of a fight. The fight escalated drastically and I was forced to intervene. In that terrifying moment with chaos all around me, I said a really simple prayer. I asked God to show himself to me, to let me know he had a plan, and to take away the pain/anger that was all around me.
Something in my life changed that day. No longer did I have this anger building, instead I now feel a sense of comfort and peace. My struggles may not have ended but this unexplainable comfort has never left me. As I continued to grow up, the change became more and more evident. I changed from the hot head with anger issues to the calm collective kid so many people looked to for in times of chaos. I did not come to the realization that God was the change in my life until this past year when I was telling my story to some fellow youth group members. Following that, I connected the dots and realized this change in my life was all because of his love and grace.