Well, just for kicks, I'm going to make a page about myself. Let's see how it goes.
I'm Liberaholic, and although it's not my real name, "Liberaholic" tends to be my nickname around a lot of people so technically it's official(people think I'm addicted to Libera, and they're right! Haha. So, they call me Liberaholic whenever I'm talking about Libera. Makes sense, right?). I'm a teenager, and so-called "much too young to have a blog". I completely disagree with that statement because, as I always say(no, I don't always say this, just when I'm feeling philosophical), no one is too young to share something they like. And something I utterly and completely LOVE is Libera.
My meeting of Libera was quite coincidental and a bit odd. If someone had introduced me to the choir formally, I probably would have stayed away from them. You see, I'm more of a tomboy, and I don't like frilly, dainty, and pink things. Libera would have not been a choice for me if I had met them in a normal way, but since I was introduced to them by chance, my inner mega-curious nature took over and I investigated. I'm not saying that Libera is a girly choir, but a group that I would have not imagined to love the way I do.
As you might have read in the first post on my blog, I used to have major problems with nightmares. My granndfather had died a few months back, and I was going through a hard and desperate time in my life. I was afraid of death, so all my dreams reflected my fear in a dramatic way: guns. Every night, I would dream of being killed by someone with a gun, and that "someone" could be a total stranger or a close friend ar family member. I was totally confused and frightened. I prayed to God to help me with my nightmare problems.
On a cold Friday night, I searched for a solo song that my pastor had instructed me to listen to and practice for a Christmas program at church. By chance, I clicked on a video of Silent Night, my favorite Christmas song. After a few seconds into the song, I could not believe what I was hearing. On the screen in front of me was a group of about eight or so boys, singing madly high and angelcly. I called my mom to the laptop and we listened through the song together. I was stunned by this group of boys, particularly one boy(See Josh Madine page for more on my experience with him) who seemed to stand out in the crowd. I listened to a few more of the Libera songs and made my way to bed, somehow.
Miraculously, I didn't dream that night. Not a good dream or a bad one, but simply blackness. That was something that had not happened for a long, long time, so I was thankful.
Over the weeks afted my first Libera experience, I listened more and more to the angelic and spectacular music. I was able to identify some of the choristers, sing along with newly memorized lyrics, and share the group with my friends. The most spectacular thing was that only a few weeks of listening to Libera in my free time and before bed, my nightmares were totally gone. Erased. As if no trace of fear had ever been in my brain. What's more, almost every night, I had some sort of GOOD dream about friends and family and school and the sort.
I believe God answered my prayers in the form of Libera. They are the miracle in my life. They are the angels on earth sent down to bless us. I am ever indebted to this promising group of boys and God for helping me pass a troublesome time in my life. I am going to pay them back by creating this blog about them. I will do my very best to keep up with the Libera news and events, and who knows? Maybe one day a Libera boy will read this blog. Maybe one day I will be able to thank them personally for helping me even when they didn't know they were doing it.
Okay, that was kind of a long profile, but it's true and it's my story. Thank you, Libera for offering me a way out of the darkness.
