Belonging to the Father
The church has been a part of my life since I was five. However, I haven’t always followed God. In my late teens, I moved away from God. I felt He had abandoned me so I gave up on looking for Him. I was bullied in high school and felt like a stranger in my own home because an abusive man had taken my mother’s attention. So as soon as I entered college I started focusing on myself. I sought out happiness from being involved in campus activities and college parties. Drinking became a part of my life.
It was only when I went for my Master’s degree that the Lord brought me back to Him. I wasn’t partying anymore because graduate work took up all my time. Yet I longed for something that felt like home. So I sought out the local Salvation Army and started going there. It just felt right there. So when I graduated and went back home, I started going to another corps. I became very active in the youth activities and during a young adult retreat, I felt the pull of the Lord. It was then that I fully gave my life to the Lord.
Since rededicating my life to God, I have found no greater happiness than being in His presence. There are things that I still need to work on but I am at least willing. I don’t feel abandoned anymore, and that feeling of being a stranger in my own home has been washed away. I know I have a home in the Lord. For me being a follower of Christ means trusting Him daily and following His example in the Bible. Having Christ in my life means belonging to a loving Father who knows my future.
John 1:12 says, "But to all who did receive Him, who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God."