TEEN PROSTITUTE RECEIVES JESUS
Last September 20, 2012, God gave me the privilege to lead a teen prostitute to Jesus and baptize her on the same day. This is her testimony, from her own mouth.
My mom was so in and out when I was young, so it put me and her at a distance. My father was an alcoholic and that put a strain on me and his relationship too. They never married and broke up when I was about 4; so I stayed with my dad for a while, then my grandparents, then my other grandma pretty much, bounced around family members. Really, there was a lack of caring or at least that’s what they showed, and that is why my parents and me don’t have a good bond.
I started doing bad things very young, since I grew up with my mom who was an alcoholic and marijuana smoker, and my dad also an alcoholic, these things really seemed almost normal to me. I can recall my brother and me trying to smoke cigarettes and tasting alcohol before we really knew what it was. I really started smoking marijuana when I was 13 and it became a regular thing.
My virginity was taken when I was 14 by my first boyfriend, then I added pills, alcohol, and cigarettes as regular use in my life. I had moved with my mother through 13 and 14 when CPS took me and my brother to my dad’s, and that lasted till I was 16 when he kicked me out. That led to meeting my first pimp, smoked or shot up heroin, was taking ecstasy and later lived on the streets of Seattle smoking crack in Pioneer Square Park.
I think this started because I was ignorant to the fact of how harmful drugs were from being around it a lot like it was normal. And then I found how to use drugs as self-medication for a temporary fix to the depression I had, I was feeling like nobody loved me and that I was useless to the world.
It happened for the first time when I was 16. I had met an older man at a pizza place when I was out one night. We smoked a cigarette, talked and laughed (I had no idea he would later be pimpin me I would be in and out of jail and shooting heroin into my arms.) He brought me to a hotel where we drank vodka, smoked weed, and popped Xanax. We had no sexual interactions, just simply friendly conversations. Then within a month and a few weeks, I was living with him.
I fell for the illusion that I was deeply in love with this man who was around my father’s age. I would do anything even stay with him after he beat me, I was willing to sell myself for him and I first walked the track on Aurora in Seattle for him. Making a couple hundred here and there. Then he ended up saying he didn’t want me to do it anymore and he wanted me to marry him. Anyways, the beatings did not end. One day he had beat me so bad I did not think I was going to live through it because I thought he wasn’t going to stop. My body was bruised all over and my face pouring blood. In the end he went on a trip to California and I was left to the streets of Seattle while he was gone.
I hated it! After I had been on the streets a new pimp took me under his wing (pimps are very deceiving, they are charming and seem like real gentlemen at first.) That’s when I started to touch thousands. Even though I felt so gross from the men I was doing sexual favors for, I loved the money. Between me and another girl, we could easily make at least 600 dollars a day and that kept me and her high so we could forget what we were really doing to ourselves.
I describe it as having nothing left in me ... like being dead inside. The life I lived turned me bitter, cold and closed up. I was my own enemy at that point, not letting anyone in. The pain and misery was getting worse no matter how much I drank or used drugs to numb it, I would still wake up wishing I hadn’t woke up. I realized I need to change the things I can and accept what I can’t change to get better. I knew I was dealt these cards and I couldn’t change that. I can’t change the fact that this world was so cold to me and my parents had a lack of really being there. But I can change how I live, the fact that I don’t have to do it alone.
What led me to God really was my friend Kinzo who put me into the knowledge that I need him to help me through the things I can’t change, I can’t live my life the way I want because that didn’t get me anywhere. I need to live to please God because God was always there for me and truly loves me for me, as his own creation. He wants what’s best for me and I believe he has had great plans for me this whole time.
When I got baptized, it was truly amazing. Even though it was at a 711 it didn’t matter because it was spiritual. I then truly knew God was with me. I had struggled with abuse and neglect that caused depression and drug use and suddenly I could stop the drinking, smoking and using. Now mind you, before I was saved I had tried many of times to quit things and even had alcohol withdraw where I’d get sick and sweat. Not this time. It was easy, I wasn’t so sick, I wasn’t depressed. The more I learned about God, the happier I felt. I felt like I’d been struggling to breathe and I could finally breathe easy.
Yes I believe I can overcome sins and temptations because I believe what was causing that lifestyle was my depression because I didn't know God was here to love me, help me, and to be the one thing I needed. Now I can just read His words in the Bible and feel better. My new fix is God and I can’t get enough of it.
I see myself either fulfilled with my life, or on the way to be fulfilled. I can’t say exactly what I’ll be doing or where I’ll be, because that’s Gods choice but I can say it will be great.
~Lexi~
My mom was so in and out when I was young, so it put me and her at a distance. My father was an alcoholic and that put a strain on me and his relationship too. They never married and broke up when I was about 4; so I stayed with my dad for a while, then my grandparents, then my other grandma pretty much, bounced around family members. Really, there was a lack of caring or at least that’s what they showed, and that is why my parents and me don’t have a good bond.
I started doing bad things very young, since I grew up with my mom who was an alcoholic and marijuana smoker, and my dad also an alcoholic, these things really seemed almost normal to me. I can recall my brother and me trying to smoke cigarettes and tasting alcohol before we really knew what it was. I really started smoking marijuana when I was 13 and it became a regular thing.
My virginity was taken when I was 14 by my first boyfriend, then I added pills, alcohol, and cigarettes as regular use in my life. I had moved with my mother through 13 and 14 when CPS took me and my brother to my dad’s, and that lasted till I was 16 when he kicked me out. That led to meeting my first pimp, smoked or shot up heroin, was taking ecstasy and later lived on the streets of Seattle smoking crack in Pioneer Square Park.
I think this started because I was ignorant to the fact of how harmful drugs were from being around it a lot like it was normal. And then I found how to use drugs as self-medication for a temporary fix to the depression I had, I was feeling like nobody loved me and that I was useless to the world.
It happened for the first time when I was 16. I had met an older man at a pizza place when I was out one night. We smoked a cigarette, talked and laughed (I had no idea he would later be pimpin me I would be in and out of jail and shooting heroin into my arms.) He brought me to a hotel where we drank vodka, smoked weed, and popped Xanax. We had no sexual interactions, just simply friendly conversations. Then within a month and a few weeks, I was living with him.
I fell for the illusion that I was deeply in love with this man who was around my father’s age. I would do anything even stay with him after he beat me, I was willing to sell myself for him and I first walked the track on Aurora in Seattle for him. Making a couple hundred here and there. Then he ended up saying he didn’t want me to do it anymore and he wanted me to marry him. Anyways, the beatings did not end. One day he had beat me so bad I did not think I was going to live through it because I thought he wasn’t going to stop. My body was bruised all over and my face pouring blood. In the end he went on a trip to California and I was left to the streets of Seattle while he was gone.
I hated it! After I had been on the streets a new pimp took me under his wing (pimps are very deceiving, they are charming and seem like real gentlemen at first.) That’s when I started to touch thousands. Even though I felt so gross from the men I was doing sexual favors for, I loved the money. Between me and another girl, we could easily make at least 600 dollars a day and that kept me and her high so we could forget what we were really doing to ourselves.
I describe it as having nothing left in me ... like being dead inside. The life I lived turned me bitter, cold and closed up. I was my own enemy at that point, not letting anyone in. The pain and misery was getting worse no matter how much I drank or used drugs to numb it, I would still wake up wishing I hadn’t woke up. I realized I need to change the things I can and accept what I can’t change to get better. I knew I was dealt these cards and I couldn’t change that. I can’t change the fact that this world was so cold to me and my parents had a lack of really being there. But I can change how I live, the fact that I don’t have to do it alone.
What led me to God really was my friend Kinzo who put me into the knowledge that I need him to help me through the things I can’t change, I can’t live my life the way I want because that didn’t get me anywhere. I need to live to please God because God was always there for me and truly loves me for me, as his own creation. He wants what’s best for me and I believe he has had great plans for me this whole time.
When I got baptized, it was truly amazing. Even though it was at a 711 it didn’t matter because it was spiritual. I then truly knew God was with me. I had struggled with abuse and neglect that caused depression and drug use and suddenly I could stop the drinking, smoking and using. Now mind you, before I was saved I had tried many of times to quit things and even had alcohol withdraw where I’d get sick and sweat. Not this time. It was easy, I wasn’t so sick, I wasn’t depressed. The more I learned about God, the happier I felt. I felt like I’d been struggling to breathe and I could finally breathe easy.
Yes I believe I can overcome sins and temptations because I believe what was causing that lifestyle was my depression because I didn't know God was here to love me, help me, and to be the one thing I needed. Now I can just read His words in the Bible and feel better. My new fix is God and I can’t get enough of it.
I see myself either fulfilled with my life, or on the way to be fulfilled. I can’t say exactly what I’ll be doing or where I’ll be, because that’s Gods choice but I can say it will be great.
~Lexi~