I asked Jesus to be a part of my life at a very young age. I had a vivid imagination and each night I would be terrified of dying and going to hell. One night I remembered what my Sunday school teacher had taught us about Jesus and that night I asked Jesus to come into my heart and save me. It wasn’t until I was 12 that I started to understand what it really meant to follow Jesus. I felt very alone in high school and relied heavily on Christ as my best friend and Savior.
While there had been a few struggles, it wasn’t until university that I really started to waiver in what I believed. Until then I had pretty much done what everyone had expected me to do. I was the good Christian girl.
During university I really struggled in figuring out who I was in Christ. I believed in God and in His Son, but it was so easy to just sit on the fence and not take a big stand one way or another.
I was walking home from school on afternoon in the spring of my final year when I really felt God calling me to make a choice. I could no longer sit on the fence. Would I choose Him or the world? I couldn’t be both.
I know then I couldn’t live without Him. My life would have no purpose if Christ were not a part of it. I still continue to struggle and I probably always will,. but at the end of the day and anew every morning, I choose to follow Christ.
“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” Hebrews 11:1 NIV
