Recently, I received an e-mail from a young woman, Kate, who is planning to convert to the Amish. Kate has offered to write a few guest posts for my blog to share her experience and answer your questions. For the next few Mondays and Tuesdays, you can read about Kate’s journey to the Amish.
I want to thank Suzanne for having me as a guest blogger on her blog it is such a privilege for me. I’ll start by describing me and why I’m guest blogging and go from there. I find that a lot of people find my “story” interesting and something a lot of people have thought about doing themselves but, to me, it is just simply my following God’s Will.
What am I doing? Lord willing, I am joining an Old Order Amish church in Michigan this coming summer after I graduate high school (my parents requested I do this and I want to obey them since I am 17). I’m sure, depending on the individual person, your thoughts are going everywhere right now! From agreeing with me, to disagreeing, to thinking I have no idea what I’m doing. These are the type of responses I get from friends and family members when I tell them of my plans.
My wanting to be Amish started back when I was in 2nd grade. My grandparents lived in the same town and on the same road as a lot of Amish families amidst a medium sized community. I just loved the dresses, horses and cute white houses. That’s where my interest began and I believe God was leading me to them even when I was that young but giving me those silly reasons for wanting to join them.
I was saved by the grace of God in 5th grade and once again began thinking of the Amish. I was new in my walk with Christ and was learning about Him every day. When I was ten years old I got a crazy idea while sitting at my grandmother’s house. I was going to write those Amish a letter! I wrote a letter, (I wish I remembered what I wrote), and cut a sunflower from Grandma’s garden and walked the half mile down to the Miller farm. I simply left the note and flower by their mailbox and walked home. A few weeks later I received a letter in the mailbox from the mother at that Amish home! I began getting close to this family through monthly letters to her daughters and Saturday afternoon visits.
After two years of these visits they had an idea…I should come to church with them. I had already told the mother I wrote to that I wanted to be Amish but, of course, coming from a ten-year-old that didn’t mean much. We dug through clothes and found me a suitable dress, kapp and black shoes to wear. I had an amazing day, though I was so nervous I made myself sick, even though I couldn’t understand a word of the three hour preaching.
At twelve years of age, I knew there was something special about the Amish. Sitting in church I could feel unity and something that I had never felt before in an “English” church. Afterwards everyone visited and I made some wonderful new friends. (One of the girls I was closest to would later be called to Heaven after a buggy crash.)
Now, five years from that special Sunday, I sit here and reminisce over those fond memories of my first few churches services among the Amish. God has done remarkable and life-changing work in my life and has led me to the Amish faith without a doubt in my mind. Everything that has happened in my life seems to be pointing this direction, from that first letter I wrote to the childish dreams of dressings and buggies.
I’ll go into more detail on my spiritual journey to the Amish and how I’ve grown in God because of this in a later blog post.
I’m always willing to (try) to answer any questions about the Amish you may have or joining them either at my blog www.journeytoamish.blogspot or through email at firstname.lastname@example.org and I am sure Suzanne is happy to do the same. God bless you and have a wonderful day! ♥