I was 14 years old and I was a bit of a rebel.
But my sister, who is 18 months older, attended (which i now attend) a Christian youth group, and they were going to a camp called 'soul survivor' (it is a Christian camp, amazing place, going in the summer of it's 3rd year now) and she invited me along.
Whilst i was there I saw how happy everyone was, the atmosphere was just incredible and I couldn't put my finger on it but something about these people were different.
By the end of the week I couldn't stop thinking about God, could He be real? Is this possible?
Then on the 4th day of the camp, I went up to receive the 'Holy Spirit' even though I had no idea what that was exactly, but I stood there, hands out ready to receive it, and I cant describe what I felt.
And on the last day of camp the speaker said "If you would like to give your life to Jesus, please come to the front" so I raced to the front, so excited that I was going to be a Christian and have God in my life.
I was really sad to be going home but i knew that it wasn't just me going home, but that it was God coming with me.
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