I grew up a Christian. For the most part I did all the right things and was a "good" person. But, I didn't know Jesus yet. I was generally worried and anxious, but didn't know any other way. I prayed and read the Bible as good Christians do. I had some great emotional highs, but still didn't know Jesus. I went to prayer conference, where my lifelong passion for prayer began. I had tons of spiritual experiences, and I grew, and I did the best I could. But there was no power in my life. I felt dead inside.
In college I made the life-changing decision to spend a year as a student missionary. Wow. (I have a whole other blog on that topic). There I got some big glimpses of God's power, and He started to become more real to me. Big prayers were answered before our eyes, mountains were moved, and victories were won. But, as I think often happens, mountain tops can quickly give way to deep valleys. Things went downhill and I came back to the states sick, hurt, and confused. This was a really hard period in my life, but what Satan meant for evil, God used for good (isn't He awesome?!)
There's a song that says, Lord make me empty, so I can be filled. During this time God began to strip me of all the things I had been depending on instead of Him. It was NOT pleasant (still isn't). So I fought of course, but my dear Jesus is so patient, He continued to draw me to Himself. And one day, with some help from a good friend, I met Jesus, I mean really met Him, for the first time. Life changed, it took on new meaning and purpose. I couldn't believe I had been a Christian my entire life to that point, without knowing Jesus. I hadn't known I could have an actual relationship with Him.
So I began seeking Jesus in earnest. He had to teach me to just say "yes Jesus, I choose You". He had to teach me to endure pain, even learn to embrace it (the process of getting a new heart can be excruciating). But He is such a loving and merciful God, and He sent many special blessings and joys during this time as well. He's always seeking my best :)
One step forward, three steps backward. He continued (and continues), to weed out the poison in my life, preparing my heart to receive Him more fully. I had to get to the place where there was no one but Him to depend on. I struggled and pleaded with Him to take away my heart of stone and give me a heart of flesh. His answer? Keep looking to Me. Just like Peter, if you take your eyes off Me you will sink. He began to life up my head, and give me a hunger for the Word of God like I'd never had before. Scripture came alive. I began to really believe and suddenly there was power! He taught me how to go forward and conquer, rather than my usual practice of retreating in fear. I'm learning to trust, to depend, and to rest.
And the new heart that I had pleaded for? It happened much quieter than I expected, but one day He just did it. My heart was new and I was changed. I could do nothing but fall at His feet and worship. He did it, He did it all.
The story continues, there are ups and downs, but we are on this journey together, Jesus and I. It's all for His glory, and out of His deep love. He's promised to continue His work until the day I get to see His face (soon!). As I trace our story, and see how He's pursued me, as I experience His grace and mercy personally, I live to testify: God. Is. Love.