For those of you that went back and read my blog posts from 2016, you can plainly see God was trying to tell me there WAS indeed something more. When Aprons and Boots popped back up in my life I knew it was for a reason. I have felt the Lord nudging me to share my story for a while now. For myself, rereading my post was an absolute “ah ha” moment. Now I can see what God was doing back then. He was preparing me for what was to come. He was drawing me close because He knew what direction He wanted me to go in, His will for my life. Those nudges made me curious and I began to dig for what that “something more” was.
Let’s rewind for a moment. I was raised Southern Baptist and went to church with my Granny and Pop the majority of my life. When I was nine years old, I remember my cousin going down to the altar and giving his heart to the Lord. I felt pressured to do the same, so I did too, or so I thought. I attended church but never really “knew” the Lord, it wasn’t until I was 21 that I finally realized I was not truly saved. I remember talking to a friend about some plans we had one weekend back the summer of 2006. But something was nudging me to attend a southern gospel singing with my Pop that Saturday night. My Granny and Pop mean so much to me and time with them I have always cherished. My friend and I decided to cancel our plans, so I was able to go with him. That night I felt different and hearing those people’s testimonies really touched me. The next day, I went to church as usual and man, was there a feeling welling up inside of me that I needed to go down front and give my heart to the Lord. I was so nervous because I thought I was “saved”. The feeling was so strong though I could not deny what I needed to do. I remember thinking to myself, if my Dad goes down front to pray I will go. And thank God he did.
Even though I gave my heart to Jesus back in 2006, I was a young Christian and never really knew how to seek His will and truly walk with Him until 2016. It took me 10 years and several trials to where all I had left was to seek Him and His will for my life. Having the puzzle pieces finally begin to fit together to why I went through what I did, I can now begin to thank Him for the hard times. I am not saying I am completely healed from them but I am finally learning that “Faith does not make things easy, it makes them possible”. Seeking His will for not only me but my son’s life, is not an option anymore, it is a must. I pray this blog encourages you all, it sure is helping me in my healing. This is not easy for me but I plan on sharing my story, even the ugly, messy parts as He leads me. I am not the best writer and I struggle with words but He does say “My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness.” Pray for me y’all!