He's All I Have

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I shook my eyes open and the events of yesterday came rushing back in. God is real. I had heard him clearly and unmistakably last night. The way I felt, I wanted to feel again, I wanted to live with God in my life and there was no doubt about it.

I pulled my weight from under my covers and walked as slowly as possible to the bathroom. Dreaded exam results day was here. I hoped to my core that I had passed, well I thought I had passed but I hoped I had passed enough to shoot out of this place the moment I get the chance.

By the time I made it downstairs, spirits were high. My mom made a special breakfast and that didn't help my nervousness. What if it turned out that I failed? What if I disappoint everyone? What if my career choice resulted in something worser than what failing would have done.

At 8am sharp, I left for my school. This was after begging my father to not come along because I needed to start learning how to do things on my own. Truth is I didn't want him to come in case I failed, he definitely wouldn't hold back reprimanding me in front of my peers.

There were a few other students at school when I got there. They were not people I usually talked to so I uttered quick hellos and moved on. I could tell by their facial expressions that they had gotten their results and that they weren't too pleased with them either. Right now my nerves went up another 40%.

When I turned the corner to the principal's office, a happy scream greeted me. My friend Rachel ran to hug me with excitement.

"I passed, I passed!" She could barely let out.

I screamed in response and congratulated her whilst doing our happy hugging dance. I was honestly truly happy for her because she had struggled through school and I was glad to find out that her hard work had paid for in the end. Besides, selfish as it may sound, seeing someone who passed made me feel better because I was starting to wonder if anyone passed at all.

After all the celebrations, I finally knocked on the principal's office.

"Come in" a voice on the other side urged.

I slowly opened the door but I'm sure it didn't make as much sound as my hammering heart did. My principal sat on his usual seat with a smile on his face.

"TC, sit down my child." He said.

This was his thing, he called all of his students his children.

"Results day, results day" he sang and I smiled.

I couldn't tell from his face if I had passed or not. He didn't say much but went through the multiple certificates and looked until he got to mine. He handed it over but my hands were so sweaty and shaky that I dropped it. I ran to pick it up and once in my hands, my eyes met the paper In front of me.

Mathematics............90%.........A
English Language..... 96%....A*
Physics........................,90%.....A
Chemistry..................98%......A*
Geography.................92%......A

I didn't wait to see more because I had seen all the subjects I wanted to see. I screamed and started jumping up and down. I had made it. I was leaving this town. I don't know how long I celebrated for but my principal kept uttering congratulations until I was ready to sit again.

"Well done TC! You're our top student this year. I always knew you could do it."

I wasn't happy, I was ecstatic. After a few more formalities, I was ready to go home.

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When I got home everyone was waiting for me.

"I passed" I said as soon as I entered the living room. Lucy and my mom hugged me but my dad was more interested in the level of passing. He only loosened up when he realized they were all As.

"You did it my girl. My little doctor." He said.

It didn't make me feel better, it just made a lump go up my throat. It's at times like this I needed God's help. On my way from school, I had passed by our community church and heard that they had a special service later in the day. It was 'baptism' day and the service started at 2pm. I was ready to receive Jesus and I was going to that service one way or the other. I decided to take advantage of the high spirits my parents were in.

"Dad....." I started.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Can I go to the carnival later today? I would love to celebrate my results." The lie came out so naturally it scared me.

My dad thought for a moment and finally answered.

"Yes you can. Just for today though. You did well. Lucy will be happy to go with you."

"Nooooooo....I mean no, my friends are going with me. I'll be fine."

This time the yes took longer but it was given at last. This was it. I was about to be a Christian.

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The time had come. I was right at the altar, hands held high. The pastor asked me to repeat after him.

"Lord Jesus. I admit today that I am a sinner. I believe that you died on the cross for my sins and rose again on the third day. I ask you now to forgive me of my sins. Come into my heart and be the Lord and Saviour of my life. In your name I pray. Amen."

And that was it. I was a child of God. A few words and I was new. I could feel the difference. It is unexplainable but it was there. I was, dare I say it, born again.

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ThatChristianKid

05/08/2018