Before Christ I lived in constant confusion, not understanding my place in the world. I searched many religions, cults and ‘isms’, seeking answers for my many questions. None gave me the logical and heart-felt truth I seeded. As a result I leaned on my own understanding.
In spring 1996, my father-in-law came to visit. Billy was a man of incredible faith and persistence. He was never pushy, but he would insist that I ‘should’ go to church. I relented and attended a play called “Heaven’s Gates and Hell’s Flames.” With a bad attitude I went, anxious to ‘get it over with’ so I could go home and read my new book. Just when I thought the play was over, there was an altar call. Lo and behold, there I was standing at the altar, crying like a baby, accepting Christ into my life. To this day, I do not remember walking from the balcony to the altar, but Billy was right behind me with a huge smile and tears in his eyes.
I felt a soul resounding peace that carried me for the next thirty days, after which God spoke to me, “now the work begins.” He was not kidding! The way I was a mother, daughter, wife, friend and employee started to change. Some changes came easily, while others had me kicking and screaming. One thing that is absolute, God’s love, mercy and patience never fail to astound me.
2 Timothy 1:7 “God has not given you a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind.”