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After seeing the Lifehouse: Everything skit on Godtube, I realized (over the sourse of a week) what a shameful sinner I was. The Wednesday after I had been touched by the guilt monster, my friend invited me to her church. I had been there before and liked it, so I went.
The lesson that night was on God's love and grace, which was exactly what I needed to hear. At the end of the lesson, the speaker asked us to put our heads down and pray. As I put my head in my hands, I felt God reaching out to me, wanting mt to come to Him. With everyone still bowing their heads, I rose from my seat and ran to the speaker. After praying for me quietly, he directed me to a room behind the Sanctuary.
As I entered the room, I was astonished to find my two best friends, crying and smiling like me. we hugged and laughed when we found out that none of us knew the others had gotten up and answered God's call.
My friend (who had invited me) and I were baptized that night. (my other friend was baptized at a later date. Halleluiah!) On the way home, I called my dad and told him, and he said he was proud of me. Then I called my mom and stepdad and gave them the good news (so I thought...) Instead of being greeted by happy congrats, my mother told me we would talk when I got home. As I silently hung up the phone, my friends and I encouraged each other and cried some more.
When I got home, my parents asked me to sit down, and they talked to me about being baptized in a different denomination then I had been going to. I felt very attacked and (very respectfully) told them I was proud of what I had done, and that God had spoke to my heart. The conversation lasted for hours as they told me what an unwise thing I had done getting saved without them there and in a different church. (FYI: I believe that if you are following God's commands and His will, it doesn't matter what denomination you are or what church you go to.)
After about a month, my parents accepted that it had happened, and stopped "interrogating" me. But while they were not supporting me, I believe God set His love in my heart to forgive them and love them and respect them.
I hope this inspires you to open your heart to God and His will for you.