Braxton
I was born and raised as a Christian. My childhood life was ruff. At home my mother never tough us about God and what he did for us. My grandmother always told us “ You need to accept Jesus in your life”. Me siblings and I always though my grandmother was crazy,until one night I was home alone and my cousion Corey broke into my house and sexually abused me.After that night I would cry to my grandmother about how that happened to me and how I thought I was going to hell. My grandmother told me that God washes away our sins.it never really ocured to me how important it was to ask Jesus to be in your life until that day.My mother was ferious about the thought of letting Christ be my savior. She stopped me from going to Churchs , Youth Groups and Meetings they had. The whole reason for that anger was because she had never gotten saved and she felt like she couldn’t because she sined.On Christmas day my grandmother got me a book , it was called “ The Prayer Book” , its used to write your thoughts about God and write any prayers you have. In the book I wrote a prayer saying “ God,will you please keep my mother from any harm or damage that may come”. I Will never forget the day my grandmother bought me that book. Living in Rockford was not easy for me, people breaking into peoples houses everyday, it was just not an Enviorment for me to be in at that age. My mother and I Had moved to Crystal Lake IL. When I was there ,we never went to chuch we never praised God like we should have and I regret every moment I didn’t. I was misarble and that was all because I thought I was going to hell.
My mom was a single mom, she struggled to take care of us, she needed help and guidance. One day she called my grandmother and told her “Im ready to accept Christ as my savior” I loved my mom and to see her hurt like that was terriable. That night she was up crying and upset,I was praying to God asking him if he can forgive my mother for her wrong doings. It was hard for her because my father was never there to help take care of us. She needed to get her life together so she sent me to go live with my grandmother. Living with my grandmother was a blessing, I learned more about God and what he did for us and how hes important to us. Learing about that was a gift ,if my grandmother and I didn’t try to make a difference then things would be worse now. Growing up I came more mature and more responsible. I was a bad little kid I would lie all the time I would fight I would do everything you could think of. And one day my grandmother sat me down and said “ This is NOT what God wants you to do, you accepted Jesus in your life and this is how you act?” As she said that I dropped my head in shame and cried. That wasn’t me, that’s not what God wanted me to be . So I turned to my Grandmother and told her I wanted to be Baptised , I wanted to wash away my sins and become a child of God.
September 17th 2009, I Braxton Valencia Loomis was baptized. Iremeber it like it was yesterday. I was sitting the the first pew with my head bowed and my eyes closed praying with the paster. All I could hear was people talking babies crying and the wind from the little fans they had. It was hot and I was sweating I saw camera flashes as I walked up on the stage . I Got into the water, the water was freezing and deep I was shivering . Pastor Matt told me to plug my nose and put my other arm under the elbow. I hesitated ,I looked out at my family so many scary thoughts were going thorough my head,it was like amillion voices were all talking at once. I see my mother sitting out in the crowd with her head barried in her hands. I looked back at Pastor Matt and he said a few words and dunked me under water. The water was cold! I came up and all I herd was clapping. I had came up as a child of God. I was thankful for that day because it changed me and the way I look at God.
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