I grew up in the church and was introduced to the gospel at a very young age. My parents always read the Bible to me, and we attended church, but I never really knew what I believed in. I knew the stories in the Bible, and I went to church, but I didn't own my faith as my own, and I was just obeying my parents. When I finally did understand what I believed in, I would start praying and reading the Bible on my own.

I finally started to own my faith, but that all changed when I heard my great aunt was sick and had a stroke. I didn’t understand why God would let that happen. My relationship with God started to get better when my aunt started to get better. A few weeks passed, and I found out my Aunt was sick and wouldn't make it. I was angry with God. Why would he just let her die? So I started to ask, "why do bad things happen to good people?"

I stopped praying, stopped reading my bible, and sometimes faked being sick so I wouldn't go to church. I started not caring about school, sports, and even my relationship with God. Thankfully God gave me excellent parents and friends to help me realize that I was angry at God for no reason. I should have been thanking him for saving my aunt before she died, and one day I realized I was wrong for no reason, and I decided to ask Jesus in my life.

Asking God into my life was the best decision I ever made. I didn’t realize life goes on no matter what happens, and during grief, I needed holy water in my dying of thirst.