My Testimony

The following is a draft of my testimony for my baptism. Still debating what I should add/take out...don't want it to be too long, at the same time, I'm not sure what I want to divulge. If this one doesn't turn out "right" then I may just use an old one I've written. Any feedback would be appreciated - thanks.
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My story's not one of those terrible pasts or horrid mistakes. In fact, I had a pretty good childhood, sheltered, but good nonetheless. Believe it or not, my first realization of God was at seven-years-old. I remember realizing that someday I would die...yes, at seven-years-old. I bawled histerically. Thinking, fearing, what would happen? Who would remember me? Yes, I was conceited - I even rejected the idea that my parents would go before me because it was incomprehendible to me that I would have to go through that pain. Anyways, I wasn't too conceited to think that the world would stop due to my death though. I knew the world would still go on and then I began to cry more at all the things I would miss out on while my cold, motionless bones were lying in the ground. Then the questions of what would happen to me and what was the purpose of life plagued me. I started thinking about what my parents had told me...stay in school...go to college...get a job...earn a lot of money...get married...have kids...retire...die. Well, they stopped at the retirement part but you get the point. So I thought more, if the point of life was to earn a lot of money, then life is a game...like monopoly. Who determined things? Like in Sims I was in charge.... Was life like that too, some sinister being controlling everyone and choosing to send a tornado through the town simply because he/she was bored? If so...if life was a game...it was one I was not interested in continuing to play. So I figured there must be another purpose to life...it couldn't have been just a game...that's when I became interested in searching for a purpose to life. (Yes, I was seven-years-old.) Anyways, skipping ahead to age fourteen (intervals of seven seem to be my breaking points...). I had come to the conclusion that there was too much evil and suffering in the world for there to be a God and I became an atheist. Life pretty much sucked from there on. Some blame it on teen angst, I like to say I had a confused view about life. Life didn't make sense to me. The media told me to look inside myself and listen to my heart, but it has decieved me time and time again. Listening to my mind, I felt a lack of passion and thus was indifferent about life. After I while I became so confused I couldn't listen to either my heart or my mind and I didn't know where to turn anymore. Thank God that before I did anything stupid, God brought me to Herald Volleyball. There I met coaches who taught me about...what else? Volleyball. But more importantly, as Christians they showed me the love of Christ. And as I continued the program they also shared the Gospel with me. One of the coaches encouraged me to find a church and recommended Boon Church - which is how I ended up there. At Boon, I was both encouraged and challenged concerning the Christian faith. Then one day I learned the how true the verse "seek and you shall find" was. With gentle nudges from God...maybe coercion...I decided to catch up with my Bible reading one day. I had been going through the New Testament and was up to the Book of John. That day God's Word came alive to me...my questions of theology may not have disappeared but they certainly did not matter to me in light of God's love and sacrifice for me. In the presence of God and His promise that He would never forsake me, I made a commitment to Christ that day that I would follow Him, as my Sovereign Savior.
While life may not have become easier, the promise of His faithfulness still resonates in my life. And there are many blessings that are very apparent in my life which I am thankful for - and those are my brothers- and sisters-in-Christ. Thank you.