| When God Washed My Scars Away It was December 21/2006 I was cleaning the bathroom(that was my chor that morning) and since it was close to Christmas and New Years I was thinking about the past and all that God had done for us. Like how if my dad didn't lose his job in Ohio I never would of moved to Florida and never stared surfing and skating and all those cool sport, but then I stared to dig a little deeper into those memerize and stared to remember all the time I stared to cure and lust for ever single girl I saw, and then it hit me I wasn't saved. I went into a depression that nothing, not even my faverite thing in the hole world could stop. So I stoped cleaning and sat on my bed cuz my mom was in getting ready for the day. I had about three minutes to my self and I just sat there thinking of all the time that I had sinned and how my rebelone made my first year as a teen very hard on me and my dad. I also stared to remember that the night before I had I dream that saw hell, and I woke up fell asleep and had the same dream just this time I died and went to hell.So I sat there tinking about that for a few minutes, then myy mom came out and in tears I walked up to her and told her that I needed a savior. We went into her room talked about it for a few minutes and and I asked the lord to take over and wash my sins away. |