A story of how I came back to God.
My husband and I met at the pub in 2004.
I’d always been a “Christian” but at that stage in my life I was rebelling. Rebelling against my parents and attempting to conform into something “cooler” than myself. This rebellion actually started years earlier. Around the time that the farm trouble started that you can read about here.
We started dating – he was not a Christian. I was still attending church at the insistence of my parents, not because it was a desire that flowed from my heart.
It was about this time that a couple with grown children invited me to their home. They sat me down and told me that dating a non-Christian would only end badly. I was not impressed! My thoughts tore along the lines of “How dare they….”. I did however oblige by asking my then boyfriend – now husband if he would consider coming to church with me one Sunday.
He said yes.
I was kind of shocked.
But we went, and afterwards I asked him what he thought and he responded that it was ok. We continued going. In November 2007, we professed our faith together in front of the church, and were married soon after that.
My non-Christian boyfriend brought me back to God.
I can only imagine that God who loves his children so much, wants a relationship so much, would do this.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the , plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. Jeremiah 29:11-13
And I’m in awe of that couple who sat me down for a difficult conversation. For listening to the call. For obedience to God. For loving me, even though they didn’t really know me all that well. It could have ended very badly. My rebellious ways could have continued or a more likely scenario, increased.
How great is our God?
To care about me, out of all the people in the whole world?
So if you’ve been through something, cling to Psalm 103. And I hope you have new hope.