For as long as I can remember I have been in church. Growing up we went to church every Sunday. My family went to Sunday school, youth, or was a part of whatever was going on in and around church at the time. This was part of my daily life and because I was part of a church, I felt this made me a Christian.
I walked the walk but did not understand the talk. My parents raised me ‘right’ but the choice had been made for me, not one I had chosen or really understood. Through college, I lived my life without much care. I lived as I wanted too. I occasionally went to church. I did not give much time or much thought to God. Not until I was getting ready to have a child of my own, did I truly understand what giving my life to Christ really meant. The miracle of expecting a baby opened my eyes - wide. This person I had claim to know, this God I had half heartedly prayed too for my entire life now had new meaning and became very real to me. I realized I needed Him and I had to make a true commitment to Him. This time it was my decision, my choice and it brought new light.
As a person, as a parent, as a Christian ~
I still do things wrong.
I still make lots of mistakes.
I still fail.
But, I am not alone…God is always there.