What Is My Decision To Trust God?

I remember the moments in my life that rooted me in my faith like I relive them every day. Most of the important memories and decisions in my life were made at my school, which I have attended my whole life. My decision to trust God as my savior was one of them. The combination of my peers and teachers being so helpful and friendly shaped me into who I am now. Today, I hope to recall on some of those moments and reflect on how they made my life unique. My first day of school was somewhat of an eventful one, at least for the standards of my age at the time. I was never particularly shy when I was young, but the idea of school just seemed frightening to me. I would be away from my parents all day with people I did not know. I thought the whole

As a class, we started getting more in depth on what the Bible was and how it tells us how we should live our lives. I remember using those special Bibles made for young children, the ones that were illustrated and used simple vocabulary. Around this time is when I had learned enough to start grasping the idea of God sending His son to die for us. I am pretty sure the illustration in our Bibles helped me with this. This was about the time when the abundance of questions came in. I have always been a little stubborn, and it showed when these kinds of things came up. I asked all of the why and how questions. “Why did God send His son to die for us?”, “How did He bring Jesus back to life?”, and “Why would He care for us if we’re all sinners?” are some of the questions I remember asking myself and my teacher. My fifth grade homeroom teacher Mrs. Boatwright did her best to answer my questions adequately. She did a fairly well job for the mental intelligence level she was answering to. Being a new Christian herself, I am not sure how the answers would have turned out if they were more elaborate and came from someone her own age. I did not fully understand all of her feedback, though. I was still at an age to where I could not entirely comprehend what was in front of me, but could not find and other reason to disbelieve

I did not have time to go visit her during school, so me and my sister planned a visit for the summer. When we got there, we planned to spend a day in New York City, since it was a short ride by train. While we were in New York City, we visited the American Museum of Natural History. Of course, everything in this museum comes from the evolutionary stand point. As I was walking around reading the exhibits, I apparently was audible disagreeing with them. A passerby, hearing this, decided to jump in and ruin my day. He started spouting accusations and arguments at me like it was his job to try and disprove Christianity. My family was away from me at this time, so there was no one there to help me. It was just me and my knowledge. I had to defend my beliefs with everything that I had. “This is what I was taught,” I thought to myself, “This is my first real test of faith. I have to fight for my beliefs here.” It turned out, my beliefs were not strong enough at the time. I cannot recall exactly what the man said, but I do remember one thing he said. “If you loved your God so much, you would be able to defend Him better”. This cut me like a knife. I took what he said very personally. I thought he was right. Everything I had worked up to until that point had been put on the line, and it all failed when it came into question. Things took a turn for the worse in my life after that