I grew up in a Christian home and went to church every time the doors were open. Even as a young child, I believed in God and believed that He sent His Son, Jesus, to die for my sins. But when I was about eleven years old, I realized that I had never surrendered my life to Him. I knew that if I died, I would not go to Heaven. But despite that fear, I still resisted Him. Even though I knew God wanted me to, I would not surrender my life to Him.
A few months before I turned thirteen, we had “evangelism Sunday” at church which occurred once a year. I always hated that particular Sunday, because everything was directed toward those of us who were not Christians. My Sunday school teacher shared the gospel and then said if anyone wanted to become a Christian, they could pray along with her. I decided it was time to stop fighting and prayed and asked Jesus to forgive me of my sins and be The Lord of my life. I instantly felt peace like I had never felt before.
I didn’t really mature much as a Christian the first few years. I read my Bible, prayed and “obeyed the rules”, but it probably wasn’t until college that my relationship with Jesus really began to grow. I began to talk with Him more and more. Now, I can’t imagine my life without Him! He helps me through every situation I go through–big and small. He is my friend. He is my Savior. He is my Lord. I am so very grateful that He didn’t give up on me back when I resisted Him for so long.
Check out my Church: Central Baptist Church, Owasso, OK