I was raised in a Christian family and came to know & accept Christ as my Lord and Savior at a young age. It was at the age of 6 that I learned what sin is, and that I was a sinner-- we've all sinned and fall short of the glory of God (Romans 3:23). I also learned that the payment for sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus our Lord (Romans 6:23). Even at that age, I knew that I wanted to accept God's gift of salvation--and I did. I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior and was later baptized.
The Bible says: "...if you declare with your mouth, 'Jesus is Lord,' and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved" (Romans 10:9-10).
Although I became a child of God at the age of 6 & I continued to grow in faith over the years, it wasn't until I was 18, that I truly made Jesus the Lord of my life. A few months after my 18th birthday & after the tragic events of September 11th, 2001, I found myself crying alone in my college barracks living in the consequences of bad decisions. It was a dark winter night and I was feeling more alone and dejected than I ever had. I had no one to turn to--at least no one I could touch, see, or feel. I began to pray. It was while I was praying that I began to realize that I couldn't live a life that honored God if I wasn't willing to submit myself to Him and to let Him completely rule my life.
"I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me." Galatians 2:20
I began scouring the pages of my Bible to learn more about who Christ is and how I could/can become more like him. Reading the Word and praying became a normal part of my day, and my faith continued to grow and I developed a deeper relationship with Jesus.
Now, I didn't write this because I'm a perfect Christian. And I didn't write this because I have all of the answers--absolutely not. I am by no means an expert on how to live a "perfect" Christian life (that life is impossible to attain this side of Heaven), but I press on each day "...forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." (Philippians 3:13-14)
I'm sharing my story because it's evidence of how God moved (and continues to move) in my life. There are so many more layers to my story, and maybe I'll share them in the future. But one thing is certain, God is still doing a good work on my heart. I confidently cling to the words in Philippians 1:6: "...that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus."
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