In the summer of 2009, my church and my partial family (my mom, my sister and I) were going to a church conference in Mississippi. It was a 4-day conference for teens, children and adults. This was going to be the best trip I’ve ever had because it was my first time flying. It might have only been 1hr. and 10min. long, but it was worth it.
The night before we left for the airport, we stayed up all night because we were so excited. The flight left at 8:30a.m., which meant we had to be there by 6:30. Once we arrived at airport we had to wait in line for an employee to weigh our bags and give us the ok to proceed. We met the other church members, ate breakfast, and then boarded the plane. My mom wanted to sit with my sister and me on our first flight. Therefore, we sat at the very back row because it was the only row that had three seats next to each other that were empty. My sister took the window seat that I wanted, but it was still amazing to know that I was 30,000 feet in the air. We landed in Jackson, Mississippi, and then drove two hours to a small town called Cleveland. We arrived at this cozy hotel known as the Hampton Inn. Most of the people who accompanied us on the trip appeared worn out like they were ready to take a nap.
Church started the next day, which was Sunday morning. On the first day, the children and teens remained in service with everyone else. There were two services daily. When Monday came, after praise & worship, we were dismissed. In my opinion, I loved teen church. Unlike this particular church, we don’t have teen services at my home church because we do not have many teens that come to church on a regular basis, so I was even more excited. In regard to the teen church at the conference; my sister and I were the only teens who came from our church in Houston. The pastor and guest pastor noticed that we were new and welcomed us to their church.
First, they asked for our names and ages. I was fifteen and my sister was thirteen. After that, the guest pastor gave us a prophecy straight from God. I love hearing what God says about me. It was amazing; my sister and I were speechless by those words. I won’t repeat every single word that was said, but I do remember some words that really touched me. God said that I was special, and there was no one in the world that was like me. Furthermore, God said that no matter what it looks like, I am not forgotten.
At the night service, it seemed as if more people came to the services than during the morning service. There was a boy there who was in a chair due to an injury from playing football. At the end of service, we left because it seemed like it was over. Little did we know that the teens went on strike and wouldn’t leave until something spectacular had happened. The preacher laid hands on people, the boy in the wheel chair started walking. I really hate that I missed all that amazement.
What I learned was that God is very powerful, and anything is possible through him. God truly showed himself at the teen conference. I am definitely going back next year with my entire family this time. I can’t wait to go next year.
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