day 8- a moment

Every time when ‘life changing moments’ are talked about, I always remember that moment during my first church camp in 2009. It was Holy Spirit night; I think that’s the second night, when everyone was gathered at the, lets just call it “the hall.” We were having our nightly praise and worship, and I suddenly noticed that my friend, my only friend in camp at that time, raised her hand while she sang. She looked so moved by the song, and after I observed her, I started looking around the whole place, and I see more and more young people raising their hands to God while they sang their hearts out.

That moment I felt a heaviness in my heart; I was so amazed and so overwhelmed with the site. I can’t recall each detail of that moment that changed my life but I can recall that when the song Heart Of Worship started playing, I lifted up my hands to God and I was singing. I was singing whole-heartedly as tears ran down my face.

Many things were going through my head. I was thinking about who I was and who I wanted to become. I was thinking about what I’ve done, and what I wanted to start doing. I was thinking about God, and how he’s calling me, and how he loves me, and how he forgives me.

Pastor called out to those who want to give their lives to Jesus and I was one of the many who went in front. Kneeling down on the sand, crying, I was telling God that I am ready to serve Him. I am ready to give my life to Him. I am ready to leave behind my old self. I am ready to change.

 

While I was crying on the ground, with my hands raised up to God, my dad runs to me. He hugs me, and also crying hard he prayed for me and with me.

That moment, I felt both my fathers hugging me tight telling me they love me, and they are so proud of me. I cried harder in both my fathers’ embrace.

that moment was the moment that changed my life.