As a child, I made so many professions of faith. I can remember going up to my parents, grandparents, and teachers telling them repeatedly that I accepted Jesus into my heart. In time, I got very good at the act of being a Christian, of being the missionary kid, a Christian granddaughter and student. Was not that what I needed to do? Every time I made one more attempt at finding what was so important to those who loved me I failed.
I started my senior year of high school with so many doubts, and a ton of frustration with myself and why I wasn’t content, why I didn’t have the joy I saw in my family. Yes, I was blessed and loved, had every privilege a teenage girl could have.
That March my dad was in car accident. I could not stop asking why, could not get past the ‘reasoning’ of it? My dad was over in a foreign country serving God. Why would He allow this to happen? I soon saw that the Lord had his hand in all that was happening. He touched so many hearts and lives with the “accident” that we were living through.
I can remember sitting in the hospital room and my Dad telling us about everything how we all cried and the look of peace on my parents face. I literally was shouting at God inside. I blamed Him. That year was a hard year physically and emotionally for my family. For me I got mad. I refused to understand Him or His will for our lives.
In Feb. of 2008, we were in Chicago IL at a conference. On Saturday morning my Mom and sister and I were on our way to a Ladies meeting, and I could not stop crying, I was so torn up inside. For me I was not going to admit to anyone that I was not part of His family. Therefore, I sucked it up, smiled, and ‘tried’ to fix my attitude.
The following Monday, My sister and I headed to visit my grandparents. Little did I know that a revival had broken out in their church? When we arrived, that is ALL we heard about and I was mad. I did not want to hear about every person who found Him and accepted Him into his or her hearts. For two days I listened and did the normal ‘o really’ and ‘wow’, all the while wanting to get back onto the plane I arrived on and go home.
Went to church Wednesday and felt the strongest conviction form the Lord, I praise Him for allowing me one more chance to accept Him into my heart and life.
On March 19, 2008 I welcomed my Lord and Saviour into my heart!
My Testimony
As a child, I made so many professions of faith. I can remember going up to my parents, grandparents, and teachers telling them repeatedly that I accepted Jesus into my heart. In time, I got very good at the act of being a Christian, of being the missionary kid, a Christian granddaughter and student. Was not that what I needed to do? Every time I made one more attempt at finding what was so important to those who loved me I failed.
I started my senior year of high school with so many doubts, and a ton of frustration with myself and why I wasn’t content, why I didn’t have the joy I saw in my family. Yes, I was blessed and loved, had every privilege a teenage girl could have.
That March my dad was in car accident. I could not stop asking why, could not get past the ‘reasoning’ of it? My dad was over in a foreign country serving God. Why would He allow this to happen? I soon saw that the Lord had his hand in all that was happening. He touched so many hearts and lives with the “accident” that we were living through.
I can remember sitting in the hospital room and my Dad telling us about everything how we all cried and the look of peace on my parents face. I literally was shouting at God inside. I blamed Him. That year was a hard year physically and emotionally for my family. For me I got mad. I refused to understand Him or His will for our lives.
In Feb. of 2008, we were in Chicago IL at a conference. On Saturday morning my Mom and sister and I were on our way to a Ladies meeting, and I could not stop crying, I was so torn up inside. For me I was not going to admit to anyone that I was not part of His family. Therefore, I sucked it up, smiled, and ‘tried’ to fix my attitude.
The following Monday, My sister and I headed to visit my grandparents. Little did I know that a revival had broken out in their church? When we arrived, that is ALL we heard about and I was mad. I did not want to hear about every person who found Him and accepted Him into his or her hearts. For two days I listened and did the normal ‘o really’ and ‘wow’, all the while wanting to get back onto the plane I arrived on and go home.
Went to church Wednesday and felt the strongest conviction form the Lord, I praise Him for allowing me one more chance to accept Him into my heart and life.
On March 19, 2008 I welcomed my Lord and Saviour into my heart!