Anyhow, as this anniversary has been approaching I have spent some time pondering the 13 years I have spent as a Christian. I know it sounds cliche, but as I reflect on that night when I surrendered my life to Jesus I can truly say that something inside of me changed. I remember that first night experiencing such an overflowing of joy and excitement and new life that I couldn't contain myself from whooping, running and jumping around like a little kid at Disneyland. But the change that took place that night continues in different forms; these past 13 years have taught me that the joy that comes through relationship with Jesus does not always translate to happy feelings. For instance, I also remember the comfort I felt from the Lord when my heart was broken; how He sustained me and comforted me with promises of hope when I was lonely and discouraged. Actually, I think it is in the moments of brokenness--when I feel so fragile and lost--that I begin to understand the depth of the change that occurred in my life just over a decade ago. That, yes, I committed my life into the care and guidance of Jesus and that I have a different hope and purpose as a result. But also that I am changed because that day in August, 2000, Jesus unreservedly committed Himself to me.
The truth of that last statement is rather incomprehensible, awe-inspiring and humbling to me. I don't think I have adequate words to follow it up with, so... on to celebrating this great anniversary! Birthday cake anyone??
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| August 9, 2000 after I gave my life to Jesus (I am on the left) |
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| The note I wrote when I gave my life to Jesus, which I now have taped into my Bible |
