When I was little I had a bible on the floor by my bed. I would pick it up, open the first page, and start to read. I didn’t understand it and before I even got to the second page the book was closed, laid gently back on my floor. And I prayed instead.
I talked to the God that I knew in my soul. I didn’t know His name. I didn’t know His theology (my parents weren’t Christians). I just knew.
When my sister was kidnapped by her father and I prayed that she would be found and she was. I knew.
When I cried out to the God in the song who the man was singing about, a God who healed and loved and forgave, I knew.
When I walked into a church filled with spirit and smiles and passion, I knew.
When I said I would hide from Jesus because I was unlovable, and then, in that moment, understood grace, I knew.
When I got on my knees with tear-stained face to the floor and bled my heart for help, and He showed me the why behind the pain, I knew.
When after 20 years my mother laid down the drink, I knew.
And when I found out His name, Jesus, and I felt Him in my very soul drenching me with undeserved grace and mercy, I knew… I would never be the same.
I am a first generation Christian.
I have the privilege and great responsibility to pass on the truth and grace of my God to my children…and to the world. I am so stunningly humbled.
And now, when I read my bible, it is no longer a book, it is the very authority and spoken Word of God; it comes alive before my eyes and cuts through bone to pierce heart.
He knew me before I ever knew Him, and He knows you too.
If you are still in hiding, let Him find you today.
And let your soul rest in the knowledge of Jesus Christ.
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