Every redemption story points to the Grand Author who writes the very best stories of all!
I never knew why he looked so sad up there. Jesus, that is, hanging on the cross. I wondered.
Not knowing in the first place why He was even on it.
Legalism wasn’t taught from the pulpit, but it was a big part of my church’s culture. I pushed back on those legalistic aspects by painting my nails, wearing my hair in a braid, and piercing my nose.
A baby was not in my plans for college, fun, or freedom. Because my boyfriend didn’t want children, he suggested abortion. No one ever has to know, and since it’s legal, how could it be so wrong?
I knew “about” God, but I didn’t know Him. When I realized my grandmother was no longer alive, I fell to the floor and poured my heart out to God. That is when I truly accepted Christ into my life.
I was adopted at 7 weeks old by incredible parents who gave me an amazing childhood. I had visited church a few times with my aunt and loved it so much I begged my parents to take me.
We are all called to tell our stories to fulfill the Great Commission. My story isn’t dramatic, but hear me; there are no dull testimonies! People plant the seed, but it is God who gives the increase!
My parents’ divorce radically changed my life. Even at eight years old, I felt as if the bottom had fallen out of my life—as if everything I knew to be true was really a lie.
My testimony involves many phases of my life, rather than one particular moment. I have always had questions about my faith, even when I was little, but I never knew to whom to take them.
At fifteen, my mom gave birth to me. Immediately, she presented me to my grandmother to raise. As far back as I can remember (four years old), until the age of eleven, I was sexually abused.
There is no way I could have ever imagined the course that my life would take…
At the age of four, my family moved to Nigeria as missionaries.
This is my story. This is me.
A real person with a real history and real scars and real feelings and real fears and a real Savior and a real faith and a real calling.
My home-life was upside-down; my father was absent from the picture and my mother battled with dependence on drugs and alcohol my entire childhood.
I had no idea how to cope…
I was struggling with serious heart issues where my parents, specifically my dad, were concerned. I didn’t know how to verbalize my heartache, so I just withered inside.
So like any other, I am debating whether to click the ‘X’ in the top right hand corner. Sharing is harder than it seems, but here is the TRUE story of how I came to Jesus and why I love this Christ.
My mom taught me early on there are three things that you must always do:
treat people fairly,
and above all, trust God.
I have lived a life filled with love, joy and peace. Mine is not a story of dramatic turning points. Instead, it is a story of God who patiently walks, slowly reveals, and relentlessly pursues.
The problem was this: doing one right thing doesn’t take back all the wrongs, erase all the hurts or heal all the broken pieces inside of you.
Only Jesus can do that.
I cringed to notice that I seemed to identify with the Pharisees and where they were coming from. Although I knew that good works were not what saved me, I still believed I deserved salvation.