So I am by no means a writer. In fact I have said before I have barely a 8th grade reading level. (Thank goodness for spell check).
But I have been told by many I have somewhat of a interesting story of my life and that I should share it. Maybe it would help someone in need that could relate. No I am not going to start right at the beginning, I figure I would jump around a little on it. Kind of what I feel like talking about. So if you enjoy it great and if not we’ll maybe it will be therapeutic for me and help me along.
So where I would like to start is by talking about the very first time I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart. Now if your thinking that this blog will just be about religion and me being a person that is just here to shove it down your throat it’s not. But my relationship with God is very important and I feel like it’s a great place for me to start. So I hope that does not deflect anyone.
Recently I have been thinking about that very first time I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart. I was only about 5or6 years old. It was outside this little community church that my aunt and uncle would take us too a lot as little kids.
So it was after the youth events on a Wednesday night. The pastor said “anyone who would like to have a personal relationship with Jesus and go to Heaven stay after and we can talk”. I remember thinking “well this family thing kinda sucks Jesus and heaven sound way way better let’s give it a shot”. But to my surprise it really did not work like that. We went to the side yard of the church and prayed to Jesus to forgive us for our sins and we accepted him into our hearts. I waited for that big moment was this guy Jesus going to come down from heaven in some sort of magical elevator and take us all up? But that big moment never came. It would be safe to say that at the time I did think what a crock. I had to be explained to about having the faith of Jesus and when our time on earth was up we would spend eternity in heaven. So kind of like now you win a million bucks on a scratch off and have to wait a long time before you can cash it in. So there I was at 5 years old not going to Heaven that night with Jesus but yet hopping into my aunt and uncle’s a big giant conversion van and going home to my family. I was disappointed for sure but I guess in reality I never gave up on that faith in Jesus. Sure I have had to be pushed some on it. I am by no means a perfect person that has lived the way Jesus would want us all too. But where I am at in my life now I try more harder then when I was younger.
Just this past weekend I completed my 4th half marathon. It was not my best run or my best time but more importantly I got to spend the time running with my cousin Jennifer and spend the weekend with my aunt and uncle. For many years I have lost sight of what fantastic people they are. (Due to my personal family and my own personal problems which i am sure you will learn more about.) They welcomed me into their home we had dinner and laughed our butts off. It was well needed family time. But on my way home from the weekend I stopped by that little church. It was breath taking. It was the perfect way to cap off such amazing weekend with my family. When I first got out of my car and started walking around I didn’t exactly know what to think, or maybe how I should be thinking. After a few minutes I just thanked Jesus for the life that he has given me and I said when he’s ready(hopefully not to soon) I’ll take that elevator ride. Thanks for reading. Below is a picture of the church.