1,826 days ago I accepted Christ into my life.
260 weeks ago my life changed in a way I never thought would or could.
60 Months ago I was broken like shattered glass.
Now, as of today, I've been walking with Jesus in my heart for 5 years.
To some, that's not alot.
To me, that's half a decade, a quarter of my life, and a crap ton longer than I thought I would last.
Let me back up a little then, shall I?
5 years ago, when I first stepped inside a church, I was confused, I was broken, and I was lonely.
By the end o f the night, my mind and heart were at peace, the wounds began to heal, and I now knew my savior.
For some reason though, I still didn't believe I would physically live past 16.
Fast forward to 2013:
I am 20 years of age, been through some hell and back moments, broke the chains of fear and doubt (in Jesus' name!), and am now preparing to go on the race.
The World Race.
I've recently been reflecting a lot on what God is doing in me, through me, and how He is using me.
I've seen parts of me that still need growth, yet I see some awesome victories as well!
I'm coming to the peaceful realization that when I say "it's okay to not be perfect, Jesus loves me anyway" it's okay for me to believe it too.
But man, the world race?!?!?! What?!?!?!?!
If you would have told me 5 years ago that I would be strong in my faith, that I would understand what the Bible says (and I would enjoy reading it too!), and that I was going to go on a mission trip; not just any mission trip though, an 11-month to 11 countries mission trip: I would have shrugged it off, probably cried because I would have thought "why is God mocking me by giving me hope?", and just straight up not believed.
Now I have a heart that's not just hungry to serve the Lord through missions, it's straight up starving.
I didn't understand what righteous anger was 5 years ago.
I didn't get what "loving the least of these" meant.
I didn't want to serve, but rather be served because I was broken.
Grace and forgiveness were just words you used to pray with to me.
I wanted the glory.
I wanted the credit.
I wanted to be God.
It may not have all clicked that night, but it sure did turn on the light switch in my heart & mind.
5 years. Wow. Thank You Jesus!
How long have you been walking with Him? I praise God for whatever the answer is!
Call me silly, but I love celebrating my spiritual birthday! It's a special day for me and Jesus, kind of like an anniversary.
If you do know Jesus: Happy belated, future, or present spirtual birthday!
If you don't know Jesus, let's share spirtual birthdays, shall we?? 
