My salvation came like a bolt of thunder, that shook beneath the floor, upon which I knelt, asking the Lord's forgiveness for my sins. I remember the day quite clearly. After 10 years of battling alcoholism, I had hit rock bottom. I was on the verge of losing my husband and the respect of my children, not to mention my sanity.
The day of my salvation was the Lord's forgiving grace, welcoming me into His Kingdom after years of running and doing things my own way. I had tried many times to stop the drinking binges, that landed me in a rehabilitation unit, with other addicts, some of which were also psychopathic. Unfortunately, six months after my release, I once again fell off the wagon.
Although I was baptized at the age of 9, I never got to know Our Lord and Savior on a personal level. As a child, God seemed to be only a figment of my imagination, because I could never see, this person we worshipped every sunday and at thursday night Bible study.
My parents were not religious people, although my grandmother was a devout Christian. My summer breaks, were spent with her and the Lord.
When I returned home, for the school year each summer, the name Jesus Christ our Lord, lay dormant in the back of my mind. Once I returned to my grandmother's home in the summer, those long hidden thoughts of the Lord, came back to life within me.
When I think about it today, it seems so ironic. The Lord let me go through the wilderness, go through the world lost. He allowed me to go through the fire, living by this world's system and suffer so much pain and grief. But, it was necessary preparation, so that I could see where I did not fit. This was in order for me to come to the realization, of where I did fit.
After all those years of running, I submitted to Christ, accepted Him as my Lord and Savior. By His loving grace, the Lord welcomed me back home, with open arms.
I had been a part, of the Body of Christ all along, but turned away like the prodigal son. Coming back home was the most glorious day, I have ever experienced. Because of my grandmother's faith, prayers and God's will for my life, it inevitably saved my life.
Although my grandmother has gone on before, her memory will never die, for in Christ she lives. Her faith, prayers, and devotion for the Lord, helped her prodigal grand daughter, blossom into the woman of God, she was meant to be, from the very beginning.
In the spring of 2005, I will graduate from Bible College, with a degree in Biblical Studies. I am presently a prayer intercessor, a vision partner, at several ministries, and a published, award winning, freelance writer.
The faith and love I have for the Lord, surpasses all boundaries. My belief in the Lord's promises, will never die. The way He changed my life, was truly a miracle and I will be forever grateful.
I will continue to be a servant and a winner of souls to Christ, until my days are done here on earth.
8 years ago, on the very day I humbled myself, under the mighty hand of God, I was freed from the bondage of alcoholism. I had finally developed a spirit of humility and faced the fact, that I could do nothing, without the loving, saving, grace of Christ, my Lord and Savior.
"Lord, my heart is not proud, nor are my eyes haughty. I do not busy myself with great matters, to sublime for me. Rather, I have stilled my soul, hushed it like a weaned child. Like a weaned child on its mother's lap, so is my soul within me." -Psalm 131:1-2