I lived the day I died

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Rejoice Denhere

I don’t remember when I was born, and I believed that my parents were my parents because they fed me, clothed me and loved me. I was born when my parents were young, and they did not know much about life but they loved me with all their might and here I am, grown and writing stories for my college.
I never liked having many people around me, but I wished for friends very often. One day after church at the age of 7 I found The Way, The Truth and The life in the form of a book. The book is known worldwide and consists of 66 books within it. I never understood much because I read without intention, but rather for curiosity. I wondered why we always went to church and only focused on this book. Little did I know that this was the only way to be saved from the hurts and adversities of life.
As I grew older my love for the perfect and true guide to live a peaceful and happy life suddenly vanished from my interests. I had relocated to another country, where there were 11 official languages, and I was the only Shona in my school. I was held back because I was not bilingual, but also because I was too slow to learn the many dialects of the indigenous people in Cape Town.
I soon met a girl named Nicole, and all she could speak was Afrikaans, a native language in the country foreign to me. We spoke in a sign language that only we understood. Soon I had so many friends and they only spoke to me in either English or one of their other 10 official languages. I was a fast learned and after two weeks I could speak two languages. It was almost unbelievable, but I was eager to learn but also frustrated when I couldn’t express myself the way I wanted. This kept me up at night reading and watching films in many of the languages.
Language was not the only barrier I faced, but also the lack of varieties in churches. I loved church, but I was very fixated on going to the denomination I had grew up in (Methodist Church). I found myself hoping between six different churches within the span of seven months before finally restricting myself to praying, praising and worshipping by myself indoors.
As time progressed I was finally in High school. The changes I faced seemed even worse. I was in a bigger school; I was interacting with students with different backgrounds where a phrase was acceptable to one group of people, but totally disgraceful to the one next to them. I struggled with sleeping schedules and if you slacked you were definitely going to fail. I got overwhelmed by these seemingly never-ending and hard challenges that were coming my way with so much force.
As I sat in my room doing homework during the last five months of summer school in ninth grade, I gave up and broke down by myself. There was no one to hold my hand and no music was going to sooth my pain, because the cry was not only running down my cheeks but rather it pierced deep in my heart as well. I picked up my Bible and slept and wept on the floor. After crying for hours, I suddenly felt hope running through my veins. I used this newfound little bit of strength to open on any verse my eyes would fall upon. Isaiah 41 verse 10 read, “Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness”. After this I began praying and panting for the fortitude to
overcome the adversities I was facing. It had to be my battle I knew, because this was not meant to
break me but rather to build me for the path I was about to take in a few years.
I finished praying and even though my problems had not vanished, I was refreshed, relieved and
ready for anything that was to come my way. I was at the door of my resting place but there was one more thing I had to do. I turned to the last page of the Bible and found some instructions. The page had instructions on how one could get saved. I didn’t understand what it meant to be saved so I inquired from my mother. She sent me a reading from the Bible, Romans 10:9-10 and it read the following, “That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved”. I repeated this numerous times until I felt satisfied that I too with a down casted spirit and shattered heart had become whole again. The old me died and I was wearing a crown filled with grace, mercy, forgiveness, and so many other things which I saw promised to me in the Bible.
I started knowing who Jesus Christ was, and felt overwhelmed with peace and hope. I didn’t need the world to feel whether I had a home or not, because as long as I was saved from that moment I had a home in heaven and I too belonged somewhere. It didn’t matter if no one hugged me when trouble came my way, because if all I held was a Bible and the only person who stayed was Jesus I had all I needed.
Some asked how I could believe if I couldn’t see. I explained how believing was not always going to be easy, but through faith I could hold onto my Savior. No one offered freedom the way He promised to, no one wiped my tears the way He did, and when the rest of the world slept and forgot that I existed, He made sure I kept on breathing. He was to be my defibrillator when I felt like giving up, my direction when I felt lost and also my light when I journeyed through the dark tunnels of life.
I prayed for lighter rain and it soon started to shower. A few years later the sun soon shone and I am forever more grateful that Jesus reached out his hand when I felt like there was no way out. Everyone has their own version of how and when they got saved, this was mine. I became stronger the day I died, and was revived spiritually by Jesus Christ. Here are my cheers to never looking back!to overcome the adversities I was facing. It had to be my battle I knew, because this was not meant to break me but rather to build me for the path I was about to take in a few years. I finished praying and even though my problems had not vanished, I was refreshed, relieved and ready for anything that was to come my way. I was at the door of my resting place but there was one more thing I had to do. I turned to the last page of the Bible and found some instructions.
The page had instructions on how one could get saved. I didn’t understand what it meant to be saved so I inquired from my mother. She sent me a reading from the Bible, Romans 10:9-10 and it read the following, “That if you confess with your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved”. I repeated this numerous times until I felt satisfied that I too with a down casted spirit and shattered heart had become whole again. The old me died and I was wearing a crown filled with grace, mercy, forgiveness, and so many other things which I saw promised to me in the Bible.
I started knowing who Jesus Christ was, and felt overwhelmed with peace and hope. I didn’t need the world to feel whether I had a home or not, because as long as I was saved from that moment I had a home in heaven and I too belonged somewhere. It didn’t matter if no one hugged me when trouble came my way, because if all I held was a Bible and the only person who stayed was Jesus I had all I needed.
Some asked how I could believe if I couldn’t see. I explained how believing was not always going to be easy, but through faith I could hold onto my Savior. No one offered freedom the way He promised to, no one wiped my tears the way He did, and when the rest of the world slept and forgot that I existed, He made sure I kept on breathing. He was to be my defibrillator when I felt like giving up, my direction when I felt lost and also my light when I journeyed through the dark tunnels of life.
I prayed for lighter rain and it soon started to shower. A few years later the sun soon shone and I am forever more grateful that Jesus reached out his hand when I felt like there was no way out. Everyone has their own version of how and when they got saved, this was mine. I became stronger the day I