
Testimonies are powerful! They silence the evil one and declare the greatness of our God. I used to think that I didn’t have much of a testimony, growing up in a Christian home with parents who loved me and no big moment of great change. But now I am blessed beyond words to share what God did for me and want to say, “Thank you!” to Laura for encouraging us all to share through her blog. I have been longing for an opportunity to share my story ever since I read The Vision, by Debi Pearl and realized all the more how important one big moment in my life really was.
From the time I was two weeks old, I was going to the church building every Sunday morning and evening and various times throughout the week. My parents love Jesus and made sure that my siblings and I had every opportunity to hear about Jesus. I praise God for my loving parents!
I don’t remember not knowing about Jesus. I don’t know what it’s like to not talk to God for a day. I have always known of my great need for a Savior. From my earliest memories, I was praying for forgiveness of my sins every day and received just about every invitation to “pray the prayer” that I was given. You see, I thought that if I didn’t keep confessing every possible sin, every day, with a sincere heart, then somehow I just might not be His anymore. I was terribly afraid of being lost and that fear ruled my life. Fear of man, fear of loosing my salvation, fear of saying hello to a new face, fear of singing in front of people, fear of piano performances, fear, fear, fear . . . all rooted in . . . PRIDE. Somehow, the basis for my salvation always came back to me and my confessions, which were like filthy rags to my Father because they were getting in the way of what His Son did. In His great love, He met me right where I was at and put a huge wedge into that root of fear in my life.
One amazing night, at Hume Lake Christian Camp, while huddled under the stars with a group of girls for prayer, God spoke to me very clearly. He asked me a question, “In this moment, do you believe?”. NOT, what do you believe?, how do you believe?, why do you believe?, or with what kind of a heart do you believe? . . . just do you believe? My simple reply was, “YES!” Then I heard Him say the words that I will never forget, “You are mine forever.” FOREVER! What joy eternal filled my soul!
In my desire to belong to God I had complicated things. Salvation is really so simple. Just believe. Yes, it is important who you believe in, but beyond that it’s all wrapped up in the eternal vine of Christ. Jesus did it all. He died for every sin, past, present, and future, confessed or not, remembered or not, known or not. We confess to be healed, but we believe to be saved. As I humbled myself to simply believe, He stepped in to claim my life for eternity. What a burden was lifted that glorious night! What freedom to know that I am His forever!
I have often wondered if I was really His before that night. I’m sure He didn’t appreciate my daily filthy rags. But I also know that He knew my heart. He spoke to me right at the age of accountability. He protected me from so much pain. He kept me from having to experience the world without Him. He did it all. Glory to God, He sent His Son to save me forever! FOREVER!
Thanks for reading . . . blessings.
Because of Jesus,
Carrie