Much like David, I feel I too have a
love for chasing after God's own heart.
I was raised in a Christian home. My Mom (Joyce) and
my Daddy (Ray) were always involved in our church.
So all my life I have always thought of myself as a Christian.
When I was 6 years old I went to "Conformation Classes".
They were held every Saturday in the month of Easter.
Then on Easter Sunday everyone who had completed
these classes would get Baptized.
So that is what I did ....... I was Baptized.
My Mom and Daddy were very proud of me.
Then when I was 12 years old, our church held a Revival.
Every night as the service was coming to a close the preacher
would give an invitation to come forward and accept
Christ as your Savior. I will never forget the song....
"You are the Potter I am the Clay".
Man, every time we would start singing
that song I felt strange inside. Tingly, fluttery.
Like something was pulling me forward.
So after the third night on the way home, I started
telling my parents about the feelings I was having.
Mom said she thought that the feelings were
God's way of calling me to be one of His children;
that if I wanted to go forward we would do that tomorrow night.
And we did. That is when I made my actual Profession of Faith.
Years went by though and I still went to church and attended
church fellowships and such. I had called on God in times of worry,
heartbreaks, and such, but I never really grew.
I had remained an infant in my Christian life.
After I got married and we had children I felt the need
to get back into church. I knew that our children needed
to learn first hand who God is.
I now know this was God's way of getting me weaned off the milk
and start digesting the meat of His Word.
My testimony isn't heart wrenching.
It is just plan and simple.
It is much like me.
It is the one My God has given to me.
I hope you will visit my other blog where I will be writing
daily Bible thoughts.
Praise God and I hope you have a blessed day !
In everything give thanks ~I Thessalonians 5:18
Blessings,
Betsy
Betsy
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