Today is my only daughter and special Princess’s ninth birthday. I am so happy for her and have enjoyed celebrating God’s blessings with her and family members this past weekend. To commemorate this milestone in her life, Adana asked me a few week’s ago if she could share her testimony with my readers. She had read a very moving and honest written account of God’s grace sent to me by a homeschool graduate; the young woman’s spiritual depth and honest had a profound influence on Adana. She resolved to be more transparent and open regarding God’s teachings to her. So, here is her testimony in her own words.
My name is Adana Garfias. I am 8 9 years old. I have 4 brothers.
This story starts five years ago. I was 4 years old, Leandro was 2, and Gian was 7.
I was bitter because we had moved from Connecticut to Texas. I was already missing Connecticut, my best friends (Kaitlyn and Abby) and our apartment. I hated our new house.
Two years later, a baby boy arrived at our house. I hated him. All the attention was going to him.
Before that, I got a dog named Cocoa. After Xzavian was born, I thought Cocoa was the only one I could go to. She was like a best friend or a sister to me.
When I turned six, I decided to get saved. God knew I wasn’t ready. I couldn’t remember what Jesus died on
the cross for.
A few days later, to my surprise, the baby could stand up while holding on to something. I wished my brother would disappear.
Xzavian turned one. “It is a disaster!” I said to myself. “Xzavian is already spoiled enough!”
When November came, everyone was coming for Thanksgiving.
The day before everyone was to come arrived. Gian went into the bathroom. Xzavian walked with his hand out next to the door. Gian shut the door. Xzavian’s finger was almost cut off. Mom, Dad, and Leandro took Xzavian to the hospital, leaving Gian and I weeping at home. I thought it probably was my jealousy that made him get hurt. I learned never to shut the door when Xzavian is around. I saw that Jesus protected Xzavian.
When Xzavian came home, I hugged him with joy. Then I looked at John 3:16 in the Bible.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
I understood Jesus loved me and He gave His life for me. If I believed in Him I would be saved. It took me until I was 7 and 1/2 to get saved.
I started going out on visitation with my Sunday School teacher. The third month I was going out with her, I told Mom that a teenage girl had gotten saved. Mom gently asked, “What does that mean to you, Princess?” because I was in need of Christ. I sat silent as a mouse till we got home. I tried to sneak into the house. Mom stopped me. We had a long talk. I went to my room, weeping because it was hard to talk with my Mom about my sin. Later, because I knew I needed Jesus, I talked again with Mom and Dad. That night, I got saved. Now, I am my mom’s sister in Christ!
Now I am 9 years old and I still live in Texas. Special thank you to Mom and Dad for being there and Erin Mallon for writing her testimony; it touched me, she was so honest. And to Gian, age 11, and Leandro, age 7, and Xzavian, age 3 for loving me and cheering me on in this testimony.