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Jesus loves you all no matter who you are and what you've done. He can change a heart like there's nothing to it if you are willing to be changed. <3 I hope you remember that he had you in mind when he was being tortured and killed and even before that he decided you were worth it.

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My Testimony- Arianna Cryans
Recently I was asked the question “How did you go from all depressed to Jesus?”. So, with guidance from God, I was motivated to share my testimony. Here it is.

In July of 2003, my physical body was born into the world. One problem though, it was dead. For 6 minutes. Which means it should be impossible for me to live a normal life, right? Wrong. There was supernatural intervention in my life before I took my first breath. My brain is unharmed thanks to the grace of God.I didn’t grow up in a Christian family. I grew up in a family of believers, but not full on Christians. I never went to church or learned to read the Bible until after I was saved in 2017. Though I had no solid knowledge of anything in the Bible or about God, I was always drawn to him. When I was about 7, I would write letters and make little cards for God and leave them outside overnight. They were always gone by the next day. I would watch Christian TV channels but never really absorbed any of the teachings as I couldn’t understand them. When I was 10, I developed extreme sadness and anxiety. I began to worry about my weight and was even suicidal. I had a mild eating disorder, where I would either starve or make myself puke after eating.March of 2014 began a pretty dramatic change in my life (or what it once was).There’s a special ed program in my school district where they take certain students that they feel need extra help ( behaviorally or academically) and put them in a separate space with different teachers. This began the part of my life where I was introduced to IEPs, the disability act, aids (not the disease), ETC...
These are big sudden changes for a 10 year old or anyone really. From this point I got sadder. This is where I really started to feel different in a bad way. I knew myself as a freak and an outcast.The first time I cut myself was the summer going into 6th grade. I won’t give any details how I did it, but I made 4 shallow lines on my wrist, took a picture, and put it on social media. At this time in my sadness, attention from others was one of the only ways I could feel joy. Later on, it wasn’t as much about attention as it was a mean to punish myself. It was also in 6th grade when I was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder. I lived under this label for far too long because it gave me something to identify by. Since I identified myself this way, my symptoms of autism got like 10 times stronger unconsciously. Funny how our minds work like that. When we choose to think a certain way, it takes up space in every area of our lives. We went on an over night hike in school once. I was really stressed out and sad because of all the labor this journey required and people I called my friends were laughing at me nearly the entire time. On top of that were all those built up feelings of isolation and strangeness. So I did something stupid. I tried to kill myself in front of everyone. The attempt didn’t even have the slightest effect on me. Praise God!
In 6th and 7th grade I was “friends” with this one girl who would constantly gang up on me with her other friends and provoke me. I even attacked her a couple times. So I became friends with a different girl in the grade above mine. In time, she started to hang out with people who were “cooler” than me and eventually she chose them over me. Which is understandable. What normal teenager would choose an emo loner over a group of funny, energetic, and popular people? As you can imagine, these happenings made me feel more and more like a unwanted freak.8th grade is when God saved and remade me. By this time, I was pansexual and agnostic. But a new guy had started working at my school. I call him Fouch. Fouch came up to me one day after school and asked me if I liked to write. Telling him yes, I asked who told him. Fouch confidently told me that he believes that God tells him about people. He then told me a story that seemed impossible, and I’ll admit a small part of me didn’t believe a word he said. But deep down, I knew he was telling me the truth. So we began to have chats that would last for hours about God and his experiences with him. I remember thinking that sort of thing could never happen to me. Until, well, one day it did. See, Fouch’s wife was pregnant at the time and while Fouch and I were sitting outside the school one day, a pregnant couple walked passed. When I asked them their due date, Fouch told me his wife was also due anyday. Somewhere in my heart, I thought I felt something whisper tomorrow. I didn’t tell anyone until the next day when I learned Fouch wasn’t in school that day because his baby was born. MY MIND WAS BLOWN!!! From there, Fouch taught me things about God and how to communicate with him. One of my favorites would be an exercise he taught me on one of the ways we can hear God.So, these amazing supernatural things kept happening so one day I decided to watch the Bible series on Netflix. I didn’t really know anything about the Bible and I thought it would be a good way to learn. I wanted to skip to the Jesus parts. There was a movie advertised after one of the episodes called Son Of God with a picture of Jesus that looked just like the one from the Bible series. I decided to watch it. When it got to the parts where Jesus was being tortured and eventually killed, it broke me. I knew he chose to endure all that pain to save me. He had each individual human on his mind when he took up that cross. Jesus died for us knowing there would be people who might never love him back. So I fell to the ground and bowed before him, tears streaming down my face as I had my first strong encounter with God almighty, and gave my life to him. A few minutes after the movie ended and I stopped sobbing, I noticed something. I wasn’t depressed anymore. Jesus healed me! In that moment I knew I was saved. Jesus has carried through life since then and has never turned back once.

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