Some Stuff About Meek!
• Christ-follower •
• Aspiring game concept artist and short-term missionary •
• Kindof awkward •
• Currently works as housekeeping/shuttle •
• Animal lover •
• Hates make-up, the color pink, and frilly things •
• Playing videogames since the age of 5 •
• Quiet, but friendly •
• Dabbles in taekwondo & guitar •
• Coffee drinker •
• Favorite color is cerulean blue •
~ My Testimony ~
For the first 17 years of my life, I was a proud atheist. I was the kind of person who wanted to find my destiny and be a good person, without any sort of faith. I believed there was too much evil going on in the world for there to be a "god", and that most if not all Christians were judgmental, self-righteous hypocrites. But when I lost my dad at age 15 in a freak accident, my world came apart, and I questioned my beliefs in my desperation, briefly wondering if maybe there was a god that would help me through a world without my father. One year later, I became good friends with someone from out-of-state, who had a lot in common with me. Over the course of our friendship, I eventually learned that he believed in God, and grew curious; he wasn't crazy or fake at all, like most other Christians, I thought. One day, knowing my views and wanting to give me an inside perspective, he invited me to his church, one time even sitting out of a service to talk to me about what made his belief in God a solid thing. When I told him I was still skeptical, he asked to have a heart-to-heart chat, and so I told him what had happened to my family. It turned out, as he shared, that his story was shockingly similar to mine. With some other things happening that day which seemed no coincidence (people in Haiti praising God on the news after losing everything, him showing me a song on Youtube about God giving me a destiny without him really knowing its significance), I felt I had no reason not to believe in God anymore. He then told me he felt that God wanted him to pray for me. And I did something I never thought I'd ever do before -- I accepted.
So here I am today, with two years of local missions training under my belt and hoping to make a difference in the world. I've grown a lot since that winter of 2010, but I know I still have a long way to go, and a lot to learn. Giving up my commitment to my missions team to take up a not-so-enjoyable secular job has been hard for me, as well as losing my home church to division and having to work Sunday mornings, but I'm praying that it'll help me get to wherever God wants me to be in the future. There have been many ups and downs, but the things I have been through, and those I am going through today, I could never get through without my God. He is the only reason I will ever be able to stand and say that I will overcome, for the sake of those listening and the sake of His glory.