God laid it on my heart quite a while ago (talking probably two years) to share my testimony here. I typically never share my content on Facebook because I kind of feel like I am talking to myself when I blog. Almost like a little diary. I'm a quiet person & knowing that others are reading is both gratifying but intimidating at the same time. I feel like my regular readers are not people I know on such a personal level & I can just share everything & not really worry about what or how I write. But today's post is one I felt like I needed to share. With those I know, & those I don't. Rather than put it off any longer, I decided that the Lord gave me my experience for a reason & I need to share it with others. Perhaps it may be to encourage or impact one of you in one way or another so- here it is.
Does that make me perfect? No. Does that make me saved? No.
Silly I know, but keep in mind I was 5, yall!
I went up, cried, someone prayed & went through the Romans Road with me.
Wait, what?! I thought. Someone else had these problems with getting true peace?
I know the Lord was planting seeds in my heart all along with my previous experiences, but I hadn't come to understand it all yet. But that night, I asked for Jesus to not only come into my heart- but also to forgive me of all the wrongs I had done in my life & to finally let me be at peace with my salvation.
I hope this isn't as spastic, confusing, useless, & wordy as it feels. The Devil has me beat down with it, but I know I am supposed to share it.