Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.
Today, I am happy to say that I love Jesus and feel he and I have grown very close over the last few years. As with any relationship, there have been ups and downs and all arounds but our foundation is strong and the desire to grow is ever-present.
However, it hasn’t always been this way. I wasn’t raised in church nor did I grow up hearing God’s word or learning God’s ways. I have a few snapshots of memory that take me to a church or two with my late grandfather but nothing vivid enough to give me that ‘AHA’ moment where I was first introduced to God. No, I have nothing concrete or exciting to share on how it all began other than this one innocent childhood moment that sealed the deal.
I mentioned that my earliest memories of church involved my late grandfather, and I only held onto a small glimpse of what must have really been since I was so very young when those moments occurred. My grandfather passed away a few short days after my 9th birthday. From what I remember, I handled it fairly well for a third grade child who was grandpa’s girl. What I didn’t realize was the very small seeds he had helped plant on those few occasions when I tagged along with him to this church or another.
Up until late in my third grade year, I had very long, super thick, wavy strawberry-blonde hair that was often difficult to manage. Personal appearance was not high on my list of priorities back then so I generally just kept the mane at bay with a simple plastic headband. On a good day, the headband might even match what I was wearing. As with hats, jeans, etc., I had a favorite headband that fit just right and held my hair the way I liked it. Imagine my distress when I was rushing to get ready for school and could not find that headband. I was distraught. I had no idea what to do. I searched and searched and could not find the headband anywhere. I simply could not leave the house without it.
As cliché as it sounds, I had the sudden realization that all I had to do was pray and ask God to help me find it because I couldn’t find it on my own. So for the first time in my memory, I knelt at my bedside, stressed and alone, and closed my eyes. I don’t remember praying about anything other than asking God to help me find that headband. I didn’t thank him for everything I had. I didn’t pray for others. I am not even sure I closed with an ‘Amen.’ I only selfishly asked him to help me find that headband. Sure enough when I opened my eyes and started to look around, there was that headband sitting on my nightstand in plain sight. Now sure I realize that it was probably there the entire time and in my frantic state I simply over looked it, but that moment was enough to seal the deal. It was that moment that I realized God heard my prayers. It was that moment when my faith spouted and began to grow. It was that moment I met God and decided to walk by faith.
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