Hi everyone! I cannot believe the blog is coming to life, I feel like it has been an idea on a page or another piece of our bucket list for such a long time, but it is finally happening! Before I even get into my story I would like to thank you for even taking a moment out of your day to read this. I hope this helps you understand more about me!
My story of redemption began long ago. I didn’t become a Christian because of a radical life change or because of a difficult home life or sad circumstances. I stepped into a relationship with Jesus because I was taught it was the right thing to do. Growing up I lived in what I would call a “Safe Faith.” I never stepped out, I never proclaimed the word of God over my life and I never truly decided for myself that I was going to follow Jesus. It just sort of happened. My relationship with God was never challenged because everyone around me had the same redemption story.
It wasn’t until the 16th year of my life did I truly give my life to Christ. I found myself standing in front of the mirror hating the person looking back at me because I felt I had no purpose. I questioned my faith moment after moment because it was always the same. I was not myself. I walked around defeated, with nothing to be proud of, and I was always in constant doubt. I truly hated myself. I had no view of God or the cross. I was depressed.
Depressed…I heard this word over and over for months. It started to become my identity, it was taking over my life. The “safe faith” I had before completely slipped through my fingers simply because I didn’t want to hold on to it. Out of this so many things surfaced, things that I am not proud of. But through this I have learned so much. My sweet parents would come in my room every day to pray with me and to read Ephesians 6. I put on the Armor of God every morning.
Months passed before I truly had a grasp on my life again, I found unspeakable joy, and realized my deep desire to be desired by my creator. I re-dedicated my life to Christ knowing that after that moment I would never be the same again, and I never have been.
Now, I have a full view of the cross and I continue to look at it to see what my savior did for me. He held my sin, my depression, on his shoulders because he cared for me. My God stepped off his throne to save my soul so I could live forever dwelling in his presence. Because of his grace and the holes in his hands and feet I have freedom.
Jesus did not die on the cross to fulfill empty promises. I realize my desperate need for a savior. Jesus tells me I am worth it. He adopted me. This love is not bondage, it is not something we will ever have to pay back. I am truly in awe of my creator and the life he has given to me.
Thank you so much for reading my story! I look forward to hearing from so many others about the day God came into their life. Always remember that you are loved, cared for and desired by Christ.
-Emily
My story of redemption began long ago. I didn’t become a Christian because of a radical life change or because of a difficult home life or sad circumstances. I stepped into a relationship with Jesus because I was taught it was the right thing to do. Growing up I lived in what I would call a “Safe Faith.” I never stepped out, I never proclaimed the word of God over my life and I never truly decided for myself that I was going to follow Jesus. It just sort of happened. My relationship with God was never challenged because everyone around me had the same redemption story.
It wasn’t until the 16th year of my life did I truly give my life to Christ. I found myself standing in front of the mirror hating the person looking back at me because I felt I had no purpose. I questioned my faith moment after moment because it was always the same. I was not myself. I walked around defeated, with nothing to be proud of, and I was always in constant doubt. I truly hated myself. I had no view of God or the cross. I was depressed.
Depressed…I heard this word over and over for months. It started to become my identity, it was taking over my life. The “safe faith” I had before completely slipped through my fingers simply because I didn’t want to hold on to it. Out of this so many things surfaced, things that I am not proud of. But through this I have learned so much. My sweet parents would come in my room every day to pray with me and to read Ephesians 6. I put on the Armor of God every morning.
Months passed before I truly had a grasp on my life again, I found unspeakable joy, and realized my deep desire to be desired by my creator. I re-dedicated my life to Christ knowing that after that moment I would never be the same again, and I never have been.
Now, I have a full view of the cross and I continue to look at it to see what my savior did for me. He held my sin, my depression, on his shoulders because he cared for me. My God stepped off his throne to save my soul so I could live forever dwelling in his presence. Because of his grace and the holes in his hands and feet I have freedom.
Jesus did not die on the cross to fulfill empty promises. I realize my desperate need for a savior. Jesus tells me I am worth it. He adopted me. This love is not bondage, it is not something we will ever have to pay back. I am truly in awe of my creator and the life he has given to me.
Thank you so much for reading my story! I look forward to hearing from so many others about the day God came into their life. Always remember that you are loved, cared for and desired by Christ.
-Emily