I hope you all have had a good week. I am going to warn you before you read this that this is one of those posts that will have you thinking for quite some time. At least that was the case with me. If you have thoughts that you would like to share, please do!
Although my Christian faith is very apparent to most, some of you might not know that I am part of The Women's Ministries at my church. I was blessed enough to be asked to join last year. I have to admit, at first I had no idea what I had to offer but so far it has worked out well and as we start our new year, I have taken on more responsibilities. I hope that this year will be better than the last. In fact, I am going to just say now that I KNOW this year WILL be better than the last.
Ok, enough blabbing. The reason I shared the story about WM is because I was in our first meeting of the year earlier this week and something came to mind that I have not been able to stop thinking about. I don't want to give too many details away but I will say that we were talking about people sharing their testimonies in front of the church. So I started thinking "What is MY testimony?" Sure I have thought about it before, like to myself. I've even shared bits and pieces of it with close friends. But I have never really given a full testimony before. Obviously I know that I am a completely different person than I was in the past. I'm talking even in the past 10 years. I have changed! I mean, I am nothing like the old Adela. Sure, I still crack jokes and stuff but I guarantee if I met the old me now, I would have a sit down with her and tell her she needs Jesus NOW.
What would I say if I had to get up in front of the church and talk about it???
Would I laundry list all of my sins? No, I've made peace with them and God knows all about them, yet He loved me anyway. He was right there with arms wide open when I came back to Him.
I guess what I would say would be something like this:
I am so thankful for God's mercy, grace, and unfailing love. It is why I am the woman standing here now (remember, I am pretending to be addressing the church?? haha)
There was a time in my life when I was lost and I was doing things I shouldn't have done. I was living my life the way I wanted to. All the while I had no idea that God had other plans for me down the road. I wasn't going to church, even though I went to a Christian High School and was taught how to live for The Lord. Then one day, years ago, Life threw me for a loop and I was in a bad place. It seemed as if the ground under my feet was crumbling out from under me. I didn't know where to turn. I didn't know how to make this heartache go away. This helpless, vulnerable, ugliness away. Then for some reason, and I can't even remember why now, I went to church one Sunday and I left feeling so much better. I remember asking myself why I hadn't been doing this all along. From then on every time I would pray, every time I would read my Bible, every time I would listen to Christian music...I felt better and more complete! Fast forward a few months and I was baptized. Those months have now turned into years and I have continued to grow and devote my life to God. And here I am. Complete, happy, and blessed. God is good. One of my favorite sayings is :When you've taken all you can stand, kneel. I am proof of that. All you have to do is surrender your life to Him. He will take your hand and guide you through a beautiful journey. I am so thankful for all of these blessings and changes in my life and I know I wouldn't be where I am today without Jesus in my life.
So what do you guys think of that? I'm sure I have shared something similar to this before and maybe I have shared my testimony after all and just didn't realize it till now. If you feel the urge to share yours, please do! I would love to hear it. I hope that you all enjoyed this post.
Have a good weekend!
Until next time...
Xoxo,
Adela
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