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    “See to it no one takes you captive through hollow and deceptive philosophy, which depends on human tradition and the basic principles of this world rather than on Christ” (Colossians 2:8).

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    Friday
    Jul162010

    Testimony (Fancy word for "story of how I became a Christian")

    Perhaps you could say that becoming a Christian came naturally for me. I had a happy childhood. I was always (and am still) best friends with my little sister. My parents have always been together, and were married before they had children. I had a good education, and always did very well in school. No tragedy ever befell me during my growing-up years, and my parents kept strict (though not overbearing) watch over my sister and I, so we maintained an innocence and naivete most are surprised at. 

     

    Although we never attended church (except on Easter) until I was in fifth grade, my mom made it a point to include something "Christian" in our Easter baskets and stockings at Christmas. I had a little red Bible Story book that I read, but didn't really understand. During my fifth grade year my parents began attending a Baptist church, via invitation of my summer break babysitter. We were there one year that I recall very little about (except that my parents were pleasantly surprised). Then we moved an hour-and-a-half away for my dad's new job.

     

    For one year we did not attend any church, then gradually began "church hunting" for another few months. I don't remember any others we visited, but one we kept coming back to off and on for a year-and-a-half was a Presbyterian church, chosen because my dad was made to go to a Presbyterian church during his youth. Since we had gone to a Baptist church before (the denomination in which my mom was raised), my parents thought this would be fair.

     

    At some point during my eighth-grade year, in a Sunday school class explaining why Jesus died on the cross, a prayer was said in which I accepted Jesus into my heart and determined to follow Him and the Bible for the rest of my life. Pretty weighty stuff for a thirteen-year-old, and I don't claim to have understood the depth of that commitment at the time. Still, I knew I was making a life-long, life-altering decision. Then I looked at the ceiling waiting to see a beam of light fall on me, and hear a chorus of angels rejoicing that another had been "saved". When that did not happen, I secretly wondered if my prayer really "took".

     

    I became heavily involved in the church's youth group, went on every retreat I could, sang in the choir starting in tenth grade, volunteered for every annual summer VBS (Vacation Bible School), and served on the missions board for several years. I was baptised, graduated high-school, became engaged (a story for another time), went off to a University three hours away (also another story), came home after one year, married at nineteen, acquired two cats, had a baby girl fifteen months later and lost her to heart defects after one day (yet another story), went back to school through a community college, had another baby girl by the following year, moved into a new apartment, moved into a house, acquired a dog, had a son, acquired yet a third cat, went through a marriage crises (you guessed it, another story), and here I think, we are up-to-date. Whew!

     

    Today I turn twenty-seven. Through all the ups and downs of life, God has been with me. I have not seen much in the way of "spectacular miracles", such as people being instantly healed of cancer or raised from the dead (much as I would like to). But I have seen food appear for an empty table, money come in the mail in just the nick of time, visions, dreams, and many answered prayers. I have heard God's voice, experienced His love through His people, and felt His gentle touch every time my world came apart.

     

    I am no one extraordinary in my own right or abilities, but my personal relationship with the Maker of the Universe, Almighty God, has been an amazing, exciting, extraordinary adventure. I invite you to join me as I record my walk with the Lord. I've only begun to write!

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    Reader Comments (2)

    A wonderful testimony. You are a wonderful woman and I thank God that he brought me to you. Oh and Happy Birthday!

    July 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterR. L.

    Thanks for sharing your testimony - it's an awesome reminder of God's work! Happy Birthday! - I'm so glad has created you and he is constantly delighted in you.

    July 17, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterJess

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