I’ve always grown up in church… my whole life…all 19 years of it. When the doors were open I was there, for church, Awana, Upward, nursery, choir, and school when I was younger. So I was always surrounded by God. Because I’ve grown up in a time when everything has been made avaliable at the snap of a finger, that’s how I treated my relationship with God, for 18 years. It seemed He always gave to me more than I ever deserved.

I asked Jesus in my heart when I was 7 (mostly because everyone else was doing it). It took me 18 1/2 years for me to finaly find God. They say it hits you hard when you know that you’ve finally fallen in love with God, and oh how you do know! His presence has never felt so real and mesmorizing to me. At times all I can do is bask in all the love that the Lord encases around me.

I’m no longer that spoiled brat in my relationship with God. I don’t ask and expect to receive instantly anymore. I’ve learned that to live a life truly for Him, I have to take “the path less traveled” in order to seek out God’s true plans for me. “I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in His word I do put my hope.” PSALM 130:5