My Testimony Part 1 (Birth - 8)

My Testimony Part 1

I was born on September 20^th in 1988 to Marnie and Rich Wells. On that day I became number 11 in a family that still had room for more. During those first few years I would have never guessed the road I was going to start walking on.

Some of my first memories were in my church. My family regularly attended the Baptist church on School Street in Salem NH. It was there that I met my first best friend, heard someone speaking in tongues for the first time, and was able to see a simple Christmas program draw in hundreds of people. I remember sitting on the far right side of the chapel, sitting on my dads lap singing church songs I wouldn’t understand till much later. In those years there were always the fond memories of me singing to the stars the famed Beach Boys song “Surfin USA” or me being put on a blanket while 10 older brothers and sisters would throw me into the air and pray to God they wouldn’t drop me. Life was treating me good. Church was great, I had an amazing friend, I was able to watch Barney while the rest of the family was getting home schooled downstairs.

Then it happened, I had no idea what had happened or what was really going on, none if it made any sense to me, but really couldn’t. I had grown up with everyone else figuring things out for me so when my dad left I didn’t really know what to think. There were times I thought it was cool that I was able to go stay in a hotel, eat junk food, and watch some funny movie with my dad and younger sister. What I didn’t see where the enemies attacks to my family and me. It was during these years I started to dream things that I would remember to this day. One dream I had went like this:

I was at a beach and it was dark out, and out of the sky came a HUGE kingdom. Seeing the kingdom come I ran to see what it was and where it landed. It had landed on this mountain and as I approached the kingdom I knew that it was Jesus coming to take me home with him, but I pleaded with him to let me go back and find more people to go with me. Jesus said he would wait, so I hurried down to the beach again to see something very strange. Millions of people were quickly going into the water because they were all very hot and in the water were HUGE ice bergs. I went to try and convince people to come with me but no one would come. I went back to the mountain to see if I could ask for them to wait again, Jesus said that he would wait for me again. At this time I went back to the beach to get people, but, like the first time, no one came. I repeated this process a couple times with no avail. Then I went one last time to the mountain and Jesus said it was time to go and I could try to get a couple more people to go but I needed to hurry. On the way to the beach I had to go through a dark tunnel with spider webs all through it and I got to the beach and was able to get a group to come back with me. We got to the mountain, went into the gates and I woke up.

I had no idea what these dreams meant, but I would have one every couple nights, some I still remember, some are very vague.

During this time of spiritual uncertainty, I was also being attacked from every side. I was getting sexually abused by some close people. I was having a hard time in school, as I was sent to Salem Christian School for my first grade year. That year we had several teachers. They were always coming and going and I never learned how to read and didn’t do that well with making friends either.

After that first year in school my mom made the decision to pull me out so that she would be able to teach me to read. I started home schooling that next year.