Here is my testimony =)
Okay, so I always grew up in a Christian home with a Christian family. We always went to church, no matter what and were all very involved. I was always the goody-goody type and barely every did anything wrong. Then when I was in second grade, I was at my great-grandma's funeral and my cousins and I had been running back and forth from the cemetary, back to the church, and so on. Well, while at the cemetary, we had seen a gardener snake and freaked out and decided to all run across the road back to the church. My 10 year old cousin, Jessalyn, didn't make it back. She got hit by a car on the way over...this car was going 55 mph at least. I remember, as an 8-year-old, seeing this. It's pretty much burned in my brain. Seeing my own cousin get hit by a car...flips and everything. The littlest details like her shoe flying off and the flower she had been holding was now pressed against the road. For goodness sakes, I was 8! That's so young now that I think about it. It didn't phase me a ton at the time; I didn't even cry. But that night, after hearing that she had passed away, I cried and cried to my Mom. That night I accepted God into my heart.
After that, I just kinda kept living the way I was living...which was still a goody-goody who went to bible schools and youth groups. I loved God, but I don't feel like I actually knew Him and leaned on Him. He was just there for me...nothing terribly personal. Then the summer after my sophomore year, during supper, I heard awful news from my parents. My sister and her husband were getting a divorce. This was so devastating to me! I had known my brother-in-law for around 10 years and he was like a brother to me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I ran outside and rode my bike around my yard for a very long time...just crying. I felt like everything was falling apart.
Then, during my junior year, around September I believe, I came home to see my mom and my nieces and nephews playing outside. I thought this was strange because I had no idea why they were at my house. Well it turns out they were going to stay at my house for a very long time because of personal reasons. They ended up staying for either almost 2 or 3 months. I can't remember, but i know it was for a very long time. That was difficult having a 2, 3, and 4 year old in the house while also trying to live a normal life.
Then the end of my junior year, I believe it was in March, my family learned that my dad had bile duct cancer. This was a kind of cancer that was not curable, but yet I still had hope. I couldn't even think about my dad not being there...nothing bad ever happened like that and it wasn't going to happen to me. That was my thought process at the time. Well things kept getting worse and things were not looking good. He had to miss several track meets because he couldn't be around people and when he did come, he'd have to sit in the very corner of the bleachers because he couldn't be around germs of any kind. I tried to keep everything as normal as possible at home and just kept living my normal life. Things continued to get worse. He wasn't able to go to my senior year coronation because he had just gotten back from the hospital. I felt like that's where he always was...the hospital. I remember the first time my sister, Jenny, Jon, and I went in the hospital for the first time. We almost all fainted/threw up. I don't like hospitals after this. But ya, he was so devastated that he couldn't go and so sad that he had to miss out on all of my concerts and my memories of my senior year. Then I was at a church bonfire thing one Sunday night and receive a text from my sister-in-law, Shelly, saying that my dad was in the comfort house because he was in a lot of pain. My heart dropped....I asked her if he was going to be ok and she said yes. They were just helping him with his pain. So I go home and the next day, which was a Monday, my sister Jenny and I go and visit him. We decided to get out of school early and then we'd go back after that. So we get there and meet up with my mom and Krista. We all go into his room together and could not believe what we were seeing. Here was a man in the chair, laying limp, sleeping...this was my dad. He wasn't opening his eyes...all he was doing was breathing very heavily, looking as if he was in pain. We all started bawling. We didn't stop bawling for about an hour. I could not believe how much he had changed in just one day! I could not believe this was actually happening. Me and Jenny decided to head back to school, which was a BAD decision because I cried right when I saw my friends. (sorry this is really long lol). But ya we decided we were going to head back up there after school. I wasn't going to because I had a paper and dance practice, but decided I would bring Jenny up and then leave soon after. So I bring her up and we all decide to go out for supper and Wal-Mart. When we get back, my mom tells us that we don't have very long. My dad was starting to get spots on his skin which is a sign that it's almost time. I bawled instantly. It was so so soon! So...I had to say my last good-bye to my daddy. It was filled with tears and reassurance that everything was going to be fine. He didn't have to worry about us. That was THE hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life. EVER. The remainder of the night was filled with happy memories and puzzle-making with my whole family. We didn't focus on the fact that we were in a comfort house, but were reminising about my dad instead and all of the funny and amazing memories we've had together. Finally after a long night of tears, me, Jenny, and Krista decided to head home to sleep and we would be back in the morning. We go home to sleep and were awakened by a phone call around 6:00 am. It was my mom. My dad had passed away. We all sat on my bed crying and holding each other. I couldn't believe my dad was actually gone and that I would never ever see him again. It was the weirdest feeling I've ever had in my life. The rest of the day was spent with family and closest friends. The weird thing is that was one of the happiest days of my life. It was a beautiful sunshine filled day filled with laughter and peace =) My dad was no longer in pain and he was now in Heaven doing what he loved! It was such a relief for us! Our house for the previous 7 months had been filled with sadness and quiet. Now there was joy!! We thanked God for all the blessings that we had! I am so blessed to have such a God-loving family because our family was unlike any other family. Even the person at the funeral home said that. He knew we had Jesus in our hearts =)
Of course there's been ups and downs for the past year, but I thank God that He has left my family with peace. We have grown closer and have truly been blessed beyond reason. I have learned my community is amazing, my friends are true, and my family is the best family in the world. We can make it through anything. These experiences have only made me stronger. Now yes, I've had minor problems the past year, whether it's boys or friends or stress, but I thank the Lord that He hasn't placed anything huge on our family's life lately. I praise Him so much for that!!! Now I have learned to use my experiences to help others who have lost family members. I have done my best to do that and have had several opportunities to, unfortunately. But helping others is something I'm passionate about.
This year, I have learned a lot and my faith has strengthened. I have learned that God is always there, He's forgiving, He's loving always, and He is the only thing I truly need in my life =) He knows my future and I am excited for Him to reveal it to me day by day. He is my best friend who listens no matter what. I make mistakes, I'm not perfect. I realize this, but God loves me no matter what =) Now, you may say that I've been through a lot and yes, I have, but I feel like one of the most blessed people in this world =)
Well if you read this, I'm sorry it was so dang long, but people have always said that you can get to know a person more by hearing their life and testimony. So there ya go...that's me for ya ;)

