I’m watching this:
I removed a post I’d written probably last week, if I remember correctly. I ached for the life I want in Christ, but I don’t have it.
Five years ago, give or take a few weeks, my Mother read something to me out of the Bible. I was rebellious in my heart towards God and Scripture at that time, and the rebellion was dreadful. I had a Bible, but it was gathering dust, laying on the floor.
That night, after our conversation, I did a search on the sin against the Holy Spirit. It was from that moment on that I wanted Christ, and He, in turn, showed up.
I called out to Him to save and forgive me. There wasn’t a bang with sparks flying, just a gentle time with the need of His presence. When I picked up my Bible, it became exciting. Living. Holy. Beautiful.
I wanted Him.
He came in and supped with me. Opened up His word to me. One of my prayers was something along the lines of: “Lord, if it ain’t in Your Bible, I don’t wanna hear it! Please protect me from deception.” He was faithful in His guidance every single time.
I watched many sermons online. I asked the Lord to find me a church. But I’m jumping the gun a little! When I first knew the Lord, I started getting ill.
Then, about a month or so into my new faith, I began getting very ill. If the Lord had not helped me at that time, I’m sure I would have died. You don’t need to know any more about that as it isn’t important. One Scripture, however, slammed me into the wall, spiritually: “Do not be afraid of the trial that is to try you”. That scared me badly. Then, after I was made whole again, I thought, that’s it. That must be the trial I was to watch.
Little did I know, the trial hadn’t even begun…
More in the next page, God willing. I say God willing, as we don’t know how much time we have before He takes us. But, Christ being willing, there’ll be a follow up to this. I have to write in stages as it’s a long, five year story that’s still going on.
May He protect us.