Fortunately, my parents and most of their families were born-again Christians. Strong Christians on both sides encouraged and set examples for my brothers and me. We attended a Bible-believing church that taught truth and was involved with ministries and activities. At nine years old, I was convicted that I was a sinner and needed Jesus, so I repented, accepted His salvation, and was baptized. I vividly recall crying as I walked down the aisle during the altar call that one Sunday morning. I did not understand the tears then but felt God’s presence and approval. My mother said I was smiling and beaming, but I remember the tears. Within my young mind and heart, I believed and was saved. I tried to do right and obey God and my parents. Missing was the reliance on the power of the Holy Spirit. Either it was not earnestly taught, or I just missed it.
Unfortunately, toward the end of high school and into my twenties, I drifted away from walking with the Lord. Now and then, I attended a church or had a Christian friend or two, but overall, I was lost, a prodigal daughter. Although knowing the truth, I rejected it and rebelled, wanting to do things my way. After having a son and a failed marriage, I was slowly pulled back to Jesus through some dark times. God put some of my family and friends straight before me, and through their loving patience and compassion, I was once again convicted of my sin. My choices got me into a deep pit, which magnified the Lord’s deliverance and my gratitude. Accepting the guidance of the Trinity of God—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, I surrendered, was redeemed, and recommitted my life. His plan prevailed, and my life was changed despite my wandering.
Everything seemed new and different. When there were struggles, I always had hope and a strengthening of my faith. Jesus’ love overflowed in forgiveness and was demonstrated in the blessings of a wonderful, godly husband and two more children. His power allowed me to serve Him in ways I knew were not possible on my own. Looking back over the decades, I see God orchestrating circumstances and always in His time. One regret is I did not recognize my recklessness, rejection, and rebellion sooner. Because I chose to return to the sheepfold and follow the Good Shepherd, I have hope and assurance of eternity with Him. Praise the Lord—Hallelujah!
From Psalms 116
I love the Lord, for He heard my voice; He heard my cry for mercy. Because He turned His ear to me, I will call on Him as long as I live… I was overcome by distress and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the Lord: “Lord, save me!” … The Lord is gracious and righteous; our God is full of compassion.
The Lord protects the unwary; when I was brought low, He saved me.
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