True god

I am a 14 year old girl who has been through way more stuff then I probably should have. I live in Tennessee and I went to a awesome elementary school! I was so happy there! My friends and I went from elementary to middle school together! Once we hit middle school, things changed. I grew up being told that there is a God! I believed that up until middle school and everyone told me that there wasn’t a God!
It all changed when I got mixed with the wrong crowd. At one point I thought God was giving up on me. I never felt him around me any more. I didn’t feel his presence. He wasn’t there, but he really was. He was just waiting for the right moment to snatch me up and tell me “HEY! QUIT BEING STUPID AND REALIZE THESE PEOPLE AREN’T REALLY YOUR FRIENDS!”
I believed those trashy kids more than I did my own mother because they changed me! I also changed myself by mixing in with them! My mom and I lost our relationship because of the drama I went through. The people I got mixed in with were drug addicts, homosexuals, everything you could think of and they made me fight with random people, made me do stupid stuff! The only thing I wouldn’t do, was do drugs! There are things I did that I’m not proud of and will not speak of. Just know I grieve everyday over them.

God had me go through all of that for 2 years only to show me how life can be. Sixth and Seventh grades were a living hell, but I made it through.
In summer 2011, there was a camp at my church called Centrifuge that my mom wanted me to go to.  I went to it because my mom wanted me to. At the moment, I could really care less, but I went on the trip and had a amazing time! I made awesome friends and I loved being away from all the drama for awhile. But when I got back home, the drama started back up again and my life started to go down again. But God said “Nope! You’re not going down AGAIN! You’re gonna stand tall and say NO!”
And that’s exactly what I did. I felt someone just go inside of me and we all know it was God. I got more into church. I left all the drama at my old school, became home schooled and my life honestly IS WAY BETTER THAN BEFORE. I still remember everything I went through, but if I didn’t go through it, I wouldn’t be here writing this today. I’m sorta glad I went through that drama, because it made mine, my mom’s, and God’s relationship stronger then it was. GOD IS REAL AND I KNOW THAT.

breath of heaven

Breath of heaven It was Christmas time, 2006, when one day I started feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I thought it might be a slight case of the flu that would soon go away. But as the day went by, I progressively got worse. I was able to sleep a little that night and I felt somewhat better the next morning. Since I had a guest visiting, I pulled myself together to show him around the city. It was when we were at a local shopping center that my vision turned blue, and I felt I was going to faint. I was driven to a walk-in clinic near my home, but I didn't have enough money to pay for the visit. My mom had arrived by then and she decided we should go to the emergency room at the hospital. There they ran a urine test and discovered my urine was blood red. They admitted me and started treating me with IV antibiotics and other medications, but soon it became obvious that my kidneys were so compromised that I hadn't eliminated any of the IV liquid — instead, my lungs had absorbed it all. I was rushed to the critical care unit. With my lungs full of fluid, I felt like I was going to suffocate from lack of air. The next morning, the doctors would attempt to extract the fluid from my lungs with needles, but there was a 30% chance of lung collapse from the procedure. I thought I was going to die that night. As best as I could, I told my mom I couldn't go on. Since I was the single mother of a beautiful six-year-old girl, I told her to take care of my daughter and I thanked her for everything she had done for me. She cried to the Lord and asked for prayers from others. As I lay in bed, terrified and gasping for breath, I prayed to Jesus Christ: Lord, please help me, don't let me die, I have a daughter who only has me as a parent. I asked for healing and put my hands in front of my body because I couldn't touch my lungs. And like the Lord did to others many times in the Bible, He placed me in a deep sleep — so deep that I can't explain. The next day when I awoke, I noticed right away that I was breathing better. When they ran a pre-op scan and x-rays, they found no sign of liquid in my lungs! One day later, I was moved out of critical care unit and the day after that I was released from the hospital. Thank you my Lord Jesus Christ. I'm faithful to your promises. Jeremiah 29:11        Zue H. Miami, FL