Eight years ago my parents decided to relocate our family from Connecticut to Florida. Being born and raised in Connecticut, that was all I knew and I was terrified of changing my life around but I was only fifteen years old and knew I couldn’t make my own decision to stay. When we moved, we couldn’t find a church where we could permanently congregate in and it took a toll on my family’s spiritual life, especially my own. I began to rebel against my family, our house rules, and even our morals. I acted out in such a way that my parents were beyond disappointed at me. I started talking a way that I never used to talk. I started dressing a way that mi would have never dressed. And I began hanging around the wrong crowd. I was not me anymore. I let the world come into my life and I couldn’t find a way out.
During my three years of living in Florida, I suffered a lot. I was in a relationship that was never physically abusive but it was emotionally. I wasn’t happy with myself or the way I looked. I didn’t feel wanted. I was so unhappy that it came to the point where I started to cut myself in areas of body where no one would be able to see what I was going through. The special thing about this horrible time in my life, was that even though I was going through all this hurt, I could feel in my heart that God was calling me back to Him. But even with that feeling in my heart, I continued to do what my flesh desired.
Despite all that I put my mother through, she stayed by my side and always gave me the best advice a mother could give. One year, our very close friends came to visit us from Indiana. I was beyond excited to have a piece of home with me but I didn’t think God was going speak to me through them the way that He did. Towards the end of their stay, my godfather told me that in Indiana was where I belonged and it was there where I would find my husband. I didn’t believe him then, but not too long after, God opened up a new position at the job where my dad was working at in a new state and once again, we relocated; this time to Indiana.
We moved on February in 2011. I didn’t think I would visit a church so soon but I went ahead and visited the church where my godparents attended. The next month, specifically on March 5th, 2011 I attended a youth service their with my family. The worship was beyond amazing but I was fighting s battle so deep inside of myself and I could contain my tears. They did the altar call and even though I wanted to go, I could feel something holding me down onto the seat. My godfather mother was sitting right in front of me and she saw the battle that was going on within me and she began to intercede. It was then when she grabbed me by the hand and walked me the front. As soon as I stood in the front, the Holy Spirit took me me into his arms and began breaking those chains that had me down. It was that day that I reconciled with my Lord Savior.
The reason I decided to share this testimony with you all is because this past Thursday was my four year anniversary with the love of my life, Jesus Christ. To most, this may not be a day that is remembered, but I remember it every year because I was able to find my first love again. During these past four years of my reconciliation with Jesus, I have been the happiest I have been. That is not to say that I haven’t gone through any ups be down, but through the ups and downs, I have maintained my faith and my relationship with Him.
If God was able to bring me back to Him and transform me, I know He can and will do it with you too.
“You didn’t choose me. I chose you….” (John 15:16 NLT)
Cynthia Enid Cano