By LuAnn Edwards
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me…” (Psalm 23:4). I was feeling very depressed while all alone in a hotel room. My friend had gone off for the day leaving me with nothing to do, which caused me to identify with the words I read that day from the Bible I found in the drawer. I prayed and asked God to help me to get my life on the right track; I was heading the wrong way and I knew it.
I grew up believing I was a Christian. I attended church, held onto the strong morals my parents taught me, followed the Ten Commandments (as best I could), and I believed in God. What more was there?
After graduating from high school, I found myself heading in the wrong direction. I didn’t always hang out with the “good kids,” which brought my parents much distress. After a couple of years of trying to find out who I was, I began to think more about the Lord.
Two months after praying in the hotel room, my mom and I started attending a nearby church. On our first visit, I knew this was where I needed to be, but I was afraid. “What did God want from me?” The church was just beginning a series of evangelistic services they called a revival, and I remember discussing with Mom whether or not we should attend. “What will they do to us? Will they make us go down to the front and pray for us?”
On the last night of the revival, something was stirring inside of me. During the prayer time at the end of the service, my mom looked at me and said something like, “If you go forward to pray, I’ll die of embarrassment!” I said, “I’m NOT going up to the front of the church – don’t worry!” We both knew we needed to pray to accept Christ into our lives but weren’t quite ready to take that first step.
The following Sunday, during the prayer time, I looked at Mom and said, “I have to go, NOW!” She nodded her head in understanding. I went forward and really met Jesus that day. He became my Lord and Savior. I realized then that in my head I always thought I was a Christian because I believed in God. However, I never knew Him in my heart. On this wonderful day, Jesus became my life. I was able now to confess Him as Lord. I began a life-long relationship with Him on that beautiful day. Soon after, Mom accepted Christ into her heart and life. Romans 10:9 says, “That if you confess with your mouth ‘Jesus is Lord’ and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.”
My hope and prayer is that each person reading this believes in their heart and not just in their head that God raised Jesus from the dead and you are able to sincerely say, “Jesus is Lord.”
I am so very thankful for Christ’s arrival in my life. Have you accepted Him into yours? If not, this Christmas could be your merriest one ever if you’ll invite Jesus into your heart and life.