I made a promise. I returned back to church. It was honestly the best feeling ever. Suddenly, I don't remember why I stopped going. Its been 6 / 7 years? No, I've never been baptised and my parents are not christians, however I always knew and felt His power. I wasn't ashamed in believing in Him. I didn't know how to explain this to people.
Last week's service, nearly brought me to tears. I finally understood why people cry after service. Everything that happened for a reason. Getting into trouble was a sign. After all these topsy turvy, I found my way back into the Lord's arms. I am very grateful for that. He had never gave up on me.