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When Faith Goes Beyond Words

on April 18, 2014
Praying

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I grew up in church, which means I know all the lingo — saved, called, sanctified, redeemed, just to name a few of our favorite buzzwords. And I followed all the steps a good Christian girl takes. When I was five, I walked the Romans Road to salvation.*

Shortly after, I put on a robe and our pastor baptized me in a giant tub of water behind the pulpit. We avoided movies, never went dancing and couldn’t wear jeans. My parents helped with the youth group and I sang in the youth choir. Yeah, I knew all the lingo and followed all the steps. Being a good Christian girl was how I lived my life and it was good.

Then, when I was 17, my mother died. And everything I had believed up until then crumbled. My faith had been based on trusting what I’d been taught about God. In a moment, that trust was destroyed. After all, if God could snatch my mom away — the worst thing I could imagine at the time — then who was safe? Anyone I love could die and, apparently, God couldn’t — or wouldn’t — intervene. I couldn’t trust Him.

So I pulled away. I tried to put a safe distance between us. And a tiny part of me started building up those walls that would keep men away for the next 30+ years. After all, if I didn’t love, I couldn’t hurt.

I ran away — over miles and across state lines. And, in my rebellion, I fell apart.

But God.

Many of the best verses in Scripture start with those two words. But God drew me back to Him. In my darkest hour, I stood in a Pennsylvania train station with forty bucks and nowhere to go. Until He whispered a destination in my heart, then made sure I got there.

He rescued me. He guided me out of a dark place and switched on the lights. Do I still struggle with trust? Yes. My active imagination can scare up all kinds of terrible things happening to my loved ones. It’s a constant decision of my heart to choose not to let the fear in.

I choose to believe God loves me and has a plan for my life. It might be a small plan, but it’s a reason for me to hope. Most importantly, I realize my faith is far more than words and a list of steps. It’s a relationship with the God of the universe, who loves me and gave Himself for me.

For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.                                                                            ~ John 3:16

Now those are words worth remembering! If you have not yet put your faith and trust in Jesus Christ, here’s *the Romans Road route I mentioned previously. More than just words, it’s an unforgettable journey. If you make that choice, please let me know. I’d love to celebrate with you and encourage you!

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