Recognize that the great religious struggle is not fought on a spectacular battleground, but within the ordinary human heart, when every morning we awake and feel the pressures of the day crowding in on us, and we must decide what sort of immortals we wish to be” (C.S. Lewis)

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From Glory to Glory: Part 2

We all have a story to be used for the benefit of others and to reveal the limitless glory of God. Here is part of mine…

…BUT God being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ – by grace you have been saved – and raised us up with him…

People say your story begins the day you are born, which is true…well really if we look throughout the Bible we see that our stories begin long before we are born. But for today my story begins in high school, when I really began to wrestle with God and what following Christ would mean for my life. In order to come face to face with Gods relentless love and grace I had to come to terms with a few things in my own life first. Things that now influence my passion to work with students today. First, I was (and still can be) a people pleaser. I loved being loved by everyone…and i’ll admit I didn’t mind all of the attention either. Second, I struggled with insecurities. Like most girls it was innate for me to play the comparison game and let me tell you I was a pro at it. I never felt like I quite measured up to what I viewed as all the drop dead gorgeous girls around me that all the guys loved and all the girls wanted to be friends with. Third, I didn’t have a grasp on what the gospel really meant for my life or who God had called me to be. These three things made for a not so graceful high school career and a messy transition but ultimately God used these things to bring me into His LIBERATING FREEDOM. …Rewind seven years to my sophomore year of high school. At this point I was on the cheerleading and track team (if you know me today you know that these are both still strong passions of mine) and meeting lots of new people and engaging in new friendships and relationships. As I stated earlier I just was not secure in who I was, don’t ask me why I don’t have a good answer, I just wasn’t. Because of this I sought after popularity and acceptance…and navigated towards who I thought would bring me that. Little did I know, that would require a lot of changing on my part both intentionally and unintentionally. As I sought after popularity and recognition I found myself drifting into the party scene. It was a new world for me and I loved it. I loved my new friendships and I loved the crazy and irresponsible adventures we got ourselves into. I was best friends with the girls I wanted to be like and I was getting the attention I wanted…so I thought.I began spending all of my time with these new friends and left behind my old ones…the ones who knew who I really was and continued on this search for identity. Now don’t get me wrong I loved my new friends and still cherish their friendships today. This went on for a couple of years…going into my senior year all the jazz of the party scene began to wear off and I began feeling like I didn’t measure up to the other girls again… I once again navigated to a new crowd a new scene. My party styles escalated and I started finding that I didn’t really know who I was anymore and I wasn’t so sure that I liked who I became. I had given up so much of myself, I felt like there was no going back. I gave up cheerleading and track in order to spend more time “living it up” so to speak. I invested my self into a relationship where I placed almost all of my identity into one guy…as you could imagine it didn’t turn out so well. I was enslaved to living for the acceptance of others. All throughout this time I had turned my back on the church, I didn’t enjoy going anymore I felt “judged” and like they just wanted to “control me”. I clinched my fists to God, and though I knew he had more for my life I didn’t want anything to do with it. But he continued to pursue me relentlessly. I saw him at work throughout these years of my life, both through his provision and protection. Through these years he also placed so women into my life who pursued me and simply lived out the gospel in my life. They stood by me at my darkest times and loved me anyways. God continued to stir my heart. I was tired. Tired of trying to please everyone. Tired of being someone I wasn’t. Tired of carrying around guilt and shame. Fast forward to college…My freshman year of college I began to RUN back to the church and quinch my thirst for the gospel. When people ask me what made me decide to surrender my life back to Christ I can never give an answer that doesn’t sound crazy other than all I remember that day is God clearly telling me that it was time to stop running, it was time to come home. And that I did…although it was not an easy process. There was a lot of baggage, hurt, shame, and regret I was carrying around. I had just went through a breakup with this guy that I had seemingly made my identity and didn’t have many friends to turn to. All I had to turn to was Christ and the women that he had placed in my life. Through their mentoring and Gods grace I began to become encompassed by Gods freedom and his love for me. I began to see what the gospel and the cross really meant for my life. I got a taste of the gospel and I could not turn back…my life would never be the same from that year forward and thank God for his grace in those moments. God began transforming my heart and redeeming my story…which has brought me to this blog series today.

More to come….

My debt is paid, it is paid in full by the precious blood that my Jesus spilled. Now the curse of sin has no hold on me. Whom the son sets free oh is free indeed!