I was an evil child. Lying, cheating, screaming, all of it. Honestly, I'm not sure how my family put up with me! So, personally, I never had to question if I was naturally good or bad. From the time I could do anything, I did things that were obviously wrong- they were sins. The question was if I could ever be better.
I grew up in a loving, Christian home and attended church. There was never a time when I didn't know who God was. When I was four, I sincerely asked Jesus to 'come into my heart', a simple expression for 'God, please take everything I am and make it yours. I believe that Jesus came into this world and died and rose again, taking the penalty for sin and making it possible for me to be cleansed of the filth of sin, and part of God's family'.
However, as I grew older I had to grow in the full understanding of that. At twelve, I 're-dedicated my life to Christ', basically I'd transitioned to a deeper, more mature comprehension of God, and I made it clear that I was still choosing Him.
That wasn't the end of my troubles, for sure. Through my teen years I went through periods of rebellion and bad choices, but I learned of God's patience. I've wandered far, but I've realized that God never lets me go. He's always with me, and He always loves me. What more could I ever hope for?
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