I grew up in a Christian home (and am growing up in a Christian home still). When I was four, my mom took me aside and explained the gospel to me. She then asked if I believed it, and I said yes. That day, I became a Christian, and that is actually my earliest memory, which is pretty cool!
Well, I grew up just like any other kid, pretty much. I knew I was a Christian, and I tried to do what my parents told me do and tried to not do what they told me not to do, but this faith was not really my own.
When I was ten or eleven, I started doubting myself all the time. I told myself things like these: I'm ugly, nobody cares about me, I'm stupid, I'll never be pretty or liked, I'm worthless, I'm not good enough, no one sees
And then one day sometime around 2015, I started reading my Bible daily and I came across inner beauty- being beautiful on the inside, and how what was in your heart was worth more than what you looked like. I learned about what God said about me, and how it didn’t matter what other people said about me. I learned that God thought I was beautiful, fearfully and wonderfully made, worthy, loved, wanted, chosen, forgiven, redeemed…and in my quest for beauty, I found the Lord.
That was when my faith truly became my own, and I rededicated my life to Him one night. I remember crying out to Him, giving Him my everything, my all. I needed someone who would love me no matter what, and that someone was God.
Since then, I have felt this joy that is just so big I can't keep it in me. In James 5 it says, "Is anyone cheerful? Let him sing praises."