Sonshine, the four day Christian music festival in Willmar, came to an end on Saturday night, but it wasn’t until Sunday morning that everything “hit” me. I woke up at 6:30 a.m. to interview campers about the overall festival in order to write a Sonshine wrap up story for West Central Tribune.
On my way into Willmar, I started thinking about all the sermons I had listened to and all the testimonies the artists had shared. Tears came to my eyes as I began to remember how close I used to be to God. I remember talking to him when I’d walk home from school everyday. I’d pray before I went to bed every night and every morning when I woke up. I’d read my bible and share the word with children at church. But, something had changed along the way.
I don’t know why, but I stopped talking to God and stopped praying. Then, when I went to college, I stopped going to church and reading my bible. I was slowly slipping away and soon I was questioning the word of God. I started asking myself how God could exist and why I ever believed in such a silly thing.
There would be times when I’d wish I could just stop questioning and believe again, but it never worked. I was stuck in a rut and I didn’t know how to get out. But as I sat in my car with tears pouring out of my eyes, I realized I was finally saved. The people I had talked to and the testimonies I had heard during Sonshine had helped me see the truth again. I turned off the radio and began to pray and I’ve been praying ever since. I know it will take awhile to get back to where I was so long ago, but I’m on my way and that’s all that matters right now.
So thank you, Sonshine, for letting me see the light again.
Jasmine, photos by me