Hi

12-18-2003, 10:20 PM

Hi :D
My name's Khara. I love to smile and everyone at school knows me by gigles or smiley. I like brightening people's days.
I guess I'll tell you a little bit about me. I've been raised in church all my life. My dad was one of the people that anyone could call at time day or night and he'd be there to help out. So, frequently dad got last minute calls to help out at church and he'd drag me along with him. Of course I was really young then so it didn't bother me. Anyways, this was all basically an act. The people at church didn't see what happend at home. They didn't see dad coming home totally hammered. Needless to say that the marriage between Mom and Dad didnt last long. They eventually divorced and we all moved within two years of the divorce. Mom and I were one place and Dad was half way across the country. When we moved we started going to this church that was just like the church we had came from so immediately we joined that church. The people at that church didn't know that I wasn't saved; I acted saved, whatever that means, so they just assumed I was. I learned how to act like the other kids really fast and never did anyone bother to ask if I was saved. Sure they sometimes did the "repeat this prayer" but I never truely meant it the few times I actually said it. Anyways, going into my sophmore year of highschool I went to this church camp. It wasn't the first one I had been to, but it was the first one that made sense to me. Monday and Tuesday's night service really touched me. I was in tears, which isn't hard for me, each night, but I was too afraid to let everyone's high vision of me down. Then Wednesday, in the middle of the service, right after praise and worship and a skit, just before the speaker started talking, I decided that it was now or never. I stood up, I was in the middle of the aisle, and I went to find my youth pastor's wife. That night, July 11, 2001 at the age of 15 I was finally saved. I thought that I would let the others in my youth group down, but now, they look up to me that much more.
I never was a bad kid, I've never gone through and outwardly rebellious stage and I guess that's why people never thought to ask if I was saved. I was a "good" kid, but being "good" won't get you to heaven. That week the speaker was finally asking me if I was saved. I mean, he was talking directly to me each night. He talked about getting saved after everyone already thought you were, divorce, abuse; anything that I had faced he talked about. Letting me know that I wasn't the only one and that God's waiting for me.
And, that's me for ya :!: :!:

Victoria · 12-19-2003, 01:27 AM

Hi Khara....
Sorry you lost your previous message.

Welcome...again.

:D

Tia · 12-20-2003, 09:10 PM

Hi girl!! Glad to have you here, sorry we lost your post, but I'm glad you re-posted!

View Poll Results: When in church are you...
Putting on a show for everyone; no one knows the real you?	1	20.00%
Putting on show, but sometimes playing the role as yourself?	1	20.00%
Usually yourself, but sometimes, you slip into performance mode?	1	20.00%
Yourself one hundred percent, you play the leading role as yourself?	2	40.00%
Voters: 5. You may not vote on this poll

12-19-2003, 01:27 AM	#2
Victoria Victoria Edit Prophet/Prophetess	Hi Khara.... Sorry you lost your previous message. Welcome...again. :D __________________ Blessed is the generation that hungers and thirsts after righteousness!
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12-20-2003, 09:10 PM	#3
Tia Tia is learning JQuery. Edit ~me~	Hi girl!! Glad to have you here, sorry we lost your post, but I'm glad you re-posted! __________________ Prayer is not asking. It is a longing of the soul. It is daily admission of one's weakness. It is better in prayer to have a heart without words than words without a heart. Ghandi
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12-18-2003, 10:20 PM	#1
Swimming04 Swimming04 Edit Guest	Hi :D My name's Khara. I love to smile and everyone at school knows me by gigles or smiley. I like brightening people's days. I guess I'll tell you a little bit about me. I've been raised in church all my life. My dad was one of the people that anyone could call at time day or night and he'd be there to help out. So, frequently dad got last minute calls to help out at church and he'd drag me along with him. Of course I was really young then so it didn't bother me. Anyways, this was all basically an act. The people at church didn't see what happend at home. They didn't see dad coming home totally hammered. Needless to say that the marriage between Mom and Dad didnt last long. They eventually divorced and we all moved within two years of the divorce. Mom and I were one place and Dad was half way across the country. When we moved we started going to this church that was just like the church we had came from so immediately we joined that church. The people at that church didn't know that I wasn't saved; I acted saved, whatever that means, so they just assumed I was. I learned how to act like the other kids really fast and never did anyone bother to ask if I was saved. Sure they sometimes did the "repeat this prayer" but I never truely meant it the few times I actually said it. Anyways, going into my sophmore year of highschool I went to this church camp. It wasn't the first one I had been to, but it was the first one that made sense to me. Monday and Tuesday's night service really touched me. I was in tears, which isn't hard for me, each night, but I was too afraid to let everyone's high vision of me down. Then Wednesday, in the middle of the service, right after praise and worship and a skit, just before the speaker started talking, I decided that it was now or never. I stood up, I was in the middle of the aisle, and I went to find my youth pastor's wife. That night, July 11, 2001 at the age of 15 I was finally saved. I thought that I would let the others in my youth group down, but now, they look up to me that much more. I never was a bad kid, I've never gone through and outwardly rebellious stage and I guess that's why people never thought to ask if I was saved. I was a "good" kid, but being "good" won't get you to heaven. That week the speaker was finally asking me if I was saved. I mean, he was talking directly to me each night. He talked about getting saved after everyone already thought you were, divorce, abuse; anything that I had faced he talked about. Letting me know that I wasn't the only one and that God's waiting for me. And, that's me for ya :!: :!: