Here is a story from my life that I wanted to share.
I grew up in a Christian family and went to church. I accepted Jesus into my heart at VBS as a young child. I went to church every week and as a teenager I went to young group and started to help with Sunday school. I attended youth group for a couple years then stopped going, I started to drift away from God, doing my own thing. I stopped helping with Sunday school because I couldn’t find time between school and work. It wasn’t for a couple years later, once finished my 2 year program that I knew I was missing something I started going back to church. At one service towards the end of the summer my church did baptismal during the service. As I sat in the service listening to each person speak, something inside me jumped. I felt butterflies in my stomach, my hands turning in my lap. I have never felt this way before and I couldn’t make it go away. Before the last person spoke the pastor asked if there was anyone in the congregation that felt as if God was speaking to them and they would like to be baptized to go to the side door and someone would take them to get ready. As the pastor said that it felt as though there was a kaleidoscope of butterflies in my stomach and they were never going to leave. I tried to ignore the feeling but it just got worse. I bowed my head and spoke to God saying that I believe that this would be a good next step to take except that I wanted to wait as my family wasn’t in church that week. I knew that they would want to be a part of that. The feeling inside didn’t go away. Here’s the thing it’s not about what you want or when you want it, it’s all in Gods timing. As I am writing this I was reminded of this versus: Act 1:7 {He said to them: “It is not for you to know the times or dates the Father has set by his own authority.”} Taking a deep breath I slipped from my pew and headed to the side door. I was baptized that day and I made a promise that I would change. A change for the better, a change for Jesus’ name.
Until next time.
