I've heard people time and time again mark an event that happened in their life as being "the best thing that ever happened to them". For years I've searched for that moment, an occasion that I'd never forget because of the true glory it held. I found myself looking in all the wrong places, doing all the wrong things, and taking all the wrong turns to some how pursue true happiness. I was turning to the things of this world and found out quickly that what I was pursuing was a false hope, and it wasn't until later that I realized that there was actually "light at the end of a dark tunnel." I guess you can say I was born under a church pugh. I was raised in a Full Gospel church all my life. I heard sermon after sermon, lecture after lecture, but instead of taking heed to it, I took it for granted. I got used to the usual routine of things, church three times a week, an occasional Bible reading, and prayer every now and then. Instead of grasping the truth of who Jesus was and establishing a relationship with Him, I kept a carnal mind. That proves the saying that "Going to church makes you a Christian just as much as going to McDonald's makes you a hamburger." Without a firm foundation in Jesus, one cannot stand. Little by little, I started drifting away from anything that was of God. I began to dabble into what seemed harmless and before I knew it, I was into some seriously dangerous things. By my ninth grade year, I was heavily into drugs and alcohol. I had tried everything and I thought I was living a cool life. I was so blinded by Satan that I didn't care about anything. I had lots of friends, but yet I felt so empty. I knew where I was headed, but I couldn't see a way out of what I had put myself in. In a two years time I had transformed from a fun-loving girl into a suicidal depressed basket case. I thought it was hopeless. My future was so blurry. I couldn't see past the filth I was in. In February of 1998, our youth group went to the annual ski trip convention held in Gatlinburg. I decided to go not expecting anything, I just wanted to ski. The last night of the convention an alter call was given for those who wanted to receive Jesus. I wanted to but couldn't let go of the mess I had gotten myself in. About a half hour later someone came up to me and whispered in my ear "let it go and you'll be free." To make a long story short, I knew I had to get right. That night a made a commitment with Jesus and received Him as Lord and Savior of my life. At that very moment it felt like literal weights were being lifted off of my shoulders. I knew I was free. It was THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. Today, I sit here completely delivered from the grip of Satan. God has replaced all my mourning with joy. He has given me a new hope, a new reason for living...He's the only true hope I've ever found. I know that if I wouldn't have gotten saved Id probably be dead right now. But God is so merciful that He sent His son to die on the cross so I can now live eternally. I thank God everyday for where He has brought me. My future is no longer blurry, it is in God's hands. I'm a new person...I'm a sold-out follower of Jesus Christ...its the least I can do after all He's done for me. Thank You JESUS!!
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