My name is Kristi Wilson and this is My Life:
Everything that happened in my life has made me who I am today.
My mom and dad divorced when I was 3. It was a rough divorce. I lived with my mom and grandmother here in Texas and visited my dad every other weekend for a while until he moved back up to Missouri. My mom began taking me to church and soon met a man and got married. One night, when I was around 8 yrs old, I asked my mom why people got baptized, and she led me through the prayer to ask Jesus into my heart. It wasn't until I was in eighth grade that I really got into church. I loved God and was a total "Jesus Freak". Then my sister got a strange and rare disease. Doctors from all over came to just see and guess what it might be. It was really stressful for both, my mom and step-dad, because there was no way to stop it and they had to give her kimo shots once a week. For some reason though, they took it all out on me. My step-dad would yell at me everyday until I cried. I wasn't a bad kid or anything, he just needed to let his anger out. Sometimes he would just make something up and make me say that it was true. To lie. I hated that and I tried to stay strong. I repeated verses in my head while he lectured for hours to keep my cool. Several times I was close to suicide, but my friends loved me and God was with me so I stayed. I didn't smoke, didn't have sex, or anything everyone else was doing around me.
Finally things got so bad for me that I moved in with my grandmother. Then I began my "down period". I was super depressed all the time and didn't go to church cause I figured I needed to step away and look at the big picture and see what I really believe. Most of my life my parents sheltered me and showed me what I could like and what I couldn't. They were ridiculously strict. So I took that time to re-evaluate my life.
It wasn't until I had a certain dream, that I decided to come to church again. The Dream: My friends and I were living in a school bus and the inside was like the inside of a house. Weird things kept going on and one day we looked up and saw a pentagram painted on the ceiling of the bus. We were freaked out. Then I was lying by my friend and he began to speak crazy; like he was possessed or something. I stood up and began saying the Lord's Prayer at him. As I said it, I really got into it and felt more and more strengthened. When I finished reciting it, I woke up. I felt the Lord was still with me and I knew that he never left me or forgot about me. The next day I called a friend and told her that we needed to go to church together. After the second week, I've noticed that satan has been trying to lead me astray. So I know I must be doing something right!!! ha ha! So now I am struggling to do what is right and be the person I need (and want) to be.
Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.
--James Allen, novelist (1849-1925)
