There hasn't been just one instance where I've had a witnessing moment. I'll begin with the least recent, at least in my recent history.
A few years ago, I traveled to Europe with an ambassador group. As excited as I was, that meant that I couldn't attend church camp with my youth group, and I was severely upset. However, the camp has several "conferences" which are just different groups of churches that go at different times. I was able to sign up for a different conference. When I got there, I knew nobody, and the people I did meet, I didn't really connect with. They had their own groups of friends, or they were simply more outgoing than I was and had the ability to talk to people. I felt dreadfully alone all week. It got better once we got into classes and I felt that I had a voice though. I was in a dance club there, and we performed at our worship services, including the most powerful one at the end of the week. I felt so free, and I told myself after the performance that I was so nervous that I forgot to cry. I felt the Spirit in me that night, and after our performance, we wrote letters to ourselves that we would receive months later. My hand was still shaking as I wrote out my testimony, and the night wasn't even over yet. At the very end of the night, we had a closing circle, and for the first time all week, I felt truly included. There is no way, other than through God, that so many different people could be so nice to each other. I left the camp feeling renewed, but then real life kicked in.
A few months later, our youth group had their annual winter retreat. I go to a different school than 98% of the people in my youth group, and I was the only one at the time that went to that school. Because of that, I wasn't as connected as I should be to my youth group. During freetime at the retreat, I stayed in my room, but then I decided to talk a walk, in the woods. I put on a song that I danced to at camp called "If You're Out There" and when I arrived at a cross in the woods, I broke down sobbing because for some reason, I didn't feel alone anymore. It was an amazing feeling, and when I went back to the retreat house, one of my teachers greeted me and told me that I should just get into a group and play a game. They won't mind. I told this testimony at our worship service, and everyone said that they didn't want me to feel that way, and I felt happy, truly happy for one of the first times in the group. But then we went back to church, and everything went back to how it had been before.
Then we had our Christmas ever service this year. It was a tumultuous year, with the beginning of my senior year, the marching band I lead losing it's "superior" status, and the beginning of the college process. I'd also gotten my first job, working at JCPenney. Too bad Christmas Eve was my last day working there because I'd gotten laid off. I was pretty discouraged, and didn't even went to go to church, but I wanted to feel like it was Christmas, so I went. At first, I just went through the motions like I always did, but during the sermon, I felt something. My pastor was saying that faith doesn't need words sometimes. I realized that sometimes faith didn't have to make total sense (which sometimes throws me because I'm a person that has to know why something is). Then we watched the clip of "A Random Act of Culture" when an entire Macy's store sang the Hallelujah Chorus with an opera group, right in the middle of the store. My pastor said that they probably didn't know why they did it, they just did. I went home enlightened, and for the first time, Christmas wasn't about the gifts, it was about something more. Since then I've purchased a Bible, which is good because I can't find my other one... and I've been praying every night. I want to keep this faith going because I know I'll be moving out soon and I'll need a guide and someone to keep me on track. It's going to be a new year, and this is a resolution I am going to keep!