I grew up in church attending sunday school and attending sunday school camps but we were never consciously led to Christ. I then went to High School where for a longtime I kept being pricked in my heart that I had to give my life to Christ, but I kept resisting.
This "feeling" was worse when I was in church, such that I nolonger looked forward to sundays because I knew I would have this feeling but didn't want to yield to it (for some reason). Then a friend of mine who was older than me got born again and he started coming to our house to preach to us.
I started avoiding him, but because he was very good in doing haircuts, I would find myself going to his house from time to time to get a haircut. One day I went to his new friend's house (who was also born again) because he had said he would do my hair there.
While I was sitting down having a haircut, they started preaching to me. I remember I told them that yes, one day I would give my life to Christ but not one.
Then my friend said to me, "what if you die tomorrow?" Suddenly I started thinking that it was a possibility. So I said ok, I'm ready.
They led me to Christ, and it felt like something had lifted off of me. I went home and I knew something had happened to me and I wanted to be alone.
The next day was a sunday and my friend had invited me to his church and it was quite a distance but I woke up very early and walked to the church. I enjoyed myself in church for the 1st time ever! .