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Hry y'all. I've been a chritain for a long as I can remember and loving every minuite! I'm obviouly new here and I can't wait to meet you all!

Hello, I thought I'd share my story with some people here.
By nature I am a descriptive writer, so I hope I can engage you long enough for you to learn about me and my journey to the cross.

I was born and raised in a Christian family, my father being a former Catholic and my mother a Methodist. As such I was raised in a Methodist household and I very much believed in god with the child-like wonder that seems to be so rare in our cynical world. My father was in the Navy from my birth and we moved about often. I had few friends but for those whom I connected with immediately, my sister and my cats were my only real friends. I decided in the loneliness that I could never escape to become a storyteller. I listened and I wove the tales I learned in my travels.

This would come in handy when I, at the age of fourteen, started on a downward spiral away from god. We'd moved again, and I started in a new highschool lonely and worried. My usual ease of slipping into a group of friends had no such effect and I was isolated so completely that even God couldn't touch me. I didn't sing in church, I didn't dance. I hated church where my peers could be so happy in their group awhile I was so sad and feeling utterly abandoned. I believed in god and "This, too, shall pass" became my hopeless mantra. One day when I refused to go to church my mother asked me a question that broke my heart.

"Do you believe in God?"

Yes, was my answer without hesitation. Even when I dwelt on it, I knew God was there, within me, his whisper unheard in my darkness. It was religion I had lost faith in, not God. I saw religion as a ploy, a stained glass window that hid the truth from their eyes. I saw most people as being to false. I was bitter and angry, at my mother, at my church, at myself.

On January 9th, 2005, I tried to commit suicide. On January 10th I was admitted into a psychiatric hospital miles from my home. I was scared, was I truly insane? Would I ever have a normal life? Until then I had wanted to follow my father's footsteps and join the military, now my dreams shattered.

I had a lot to deal with, during my ten day stay in the hospital, but there were other Christians there. Even those who were not Christian lent their aid. With each other we overcame the problems of drug abuse, rape, death, violence, and even just the simple depression. My problems, though they may have been small, were treated as important by others. They knew that feeling of loneliness that tears the soul apart, and they healed it.

I thought I was better, but returning to my life I realized that things were not. I had an allergic reaction to my medication and in bouts of temporary insanity mutilated myself. I tried to commit suicide by overdose three times in the ensuing month until I was returned to the hospital on Valentines day 2005. Fourteen days passed, long days where I met up with old friends from my first stay and made new ones. One day, before the morning wake-up time, I sat at my desk in my room as stared at the dull pencil and my journal before me. I thought about my past, and realized that a Christian is not perfect. God still loved me, despite who I had become. That morning I heard him whisper to me for the first time in a very long time. I wrote down everything in my journal and kept the journey as mine to remember.

By that summer I was well enough in mind to interact socially with people again. I was able to make friends that fall and sing for the first time in nearly two years. I wrote a story about my time in the hospital, debunking the cliched insane room idea and realistically portraying the journey of a mute, a blind, and a drug addict on their journey to recovery in the halls of Haven.

Since then, I have dedicated my time to helping those with feelings of depression and suicide seek real treatment. For me, no problem is to small or two large. God saved me from killing myself, and then I worked hard to become a woman God would be pleased to call His daughter.

"Watch me." I said for all the world to hear. "I'll show you what God can do."

He is a miracle worker. I want to be of service to him, for you, if you'll have me.

~Lockea

Hi, I'm new to the guild. I'm Crystal and I'm 15 and I've been following Chirt since I was a child,but last summer was when I was reborn into his family. Now I wish to be even closer to Him1 biggrin I could sing praises all day about how he saved me. Please welcome me with open arms.

helloooo
im also now in the guil *-* and it feels great XD
sooo umm my names KazuUkky! u can call me kazu or ukky or kazz... x3
well if u wanna know more about me the pm me x3
cya!

Hello
i ish new >.>
I'm Tink ^^

hey lee x3 welcome to the guild! although im also kinda new...
i was also happy as i found out that there is a christian guild! i was so happy ^^ and now im here!
sooo have fun!