We had discussion in Sunday school a few weeks ago about remembering
how or when we became a Christian. There
were many wonderful testimonies that gave us all a lot to think about.
We all look back on our faith sometimes and wonder how we got to
where we are today. I can’t remember a
certain time when I said okay today is the day I’m a Christian, but rather
remember just being raised to worship and love God. I must admit that sometimes I envy people who
have experienced that one moment when they got down on their knees and accepted
Christ into their lives. But I do feel
that we all have very different and powerful ways of becoming God’s
children. He certainly wants that from
the start for us, the moment we are born and even before! But I also feel that it is a process that
continues every day. I feel that God
knows exactly where we are in our walk with him. Some may be jogging very slowly, just trying
to finish another lap, while others may be in an all out sprint. We all
know someone (maybe us) who is standing on the sidelines just waiting for some
encouragement. And then there are those
who are the constant cheerleaders. The
wonderful thing is no matter where we are, God will meet us there if we only
ask.
I am reminded that when I
taught Kindergarten, some of the children came to me in the fall knowing all of
their letters and numbers, while others could barely write their name. As a
teacher had to learn to recognize what level a child was on, and meet that
child there in order to teach he/she in a way they could learn and
achieve. I didn’t expect every child to
be on the same level at the beginning of the year or even at the end of the
year. And I never made a child feel that they were “behind” if they weren’t at
the top of the class. I feel that is how God is. He is there waiting for us to come ready to “learn”. He doesn’t care where we are. He doesn’t care if we were raised to know Him
and made the decision years ago to be His, or if we just met Him
yesterday. He’ll meet us where we are, and raise us up.
What a comfort to know that He accepts me for who I am, not for where
I am.
Peace,
Kelly
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