I grew up in a home divided by race and shattered by domestic violence. My parents never truly discussed God, Jesus or the Holy Spirit. When I was little, I remember attending Catholic service with my grandmother and never truly feeling a pull or draw to anything greater than myself. As a family, we would do the “typical” prayer over the food, but nothing deeper than that — never seeking anything more.
When I was 15, my father committed suicide. I remember the knock on the door of the police officer giving us the news of his death. At that moment, I truly began to question if there is a God and if so, why would he allow this to happen. Why would he break a family apart in such a manner? Was this truly part of a greater picture?
It wasn’t until I moved to Georgia 13 years ago that I was introduced to Jesus. My best friend (at that time just my employer) invited me to church. I remember being so nervous and not knowing what to expect or feel. In service that day, I had an encounter with Jesus that changed my life forever. I knew at that moment that someone greater than myself was there and willing to guide me, love me, forgive me and fill all the empty places that lived in my heart. It was that day that God provided me with peace and comfort that surpasses everything else. It was that day He took away my sorrow and bitterness.
If it wasn’t for Jesus I don’t know where I would be and how I would be living. I am so thankful that He loves me enough to guide me and protect me. At this stage in my life, I need Him more than ever and I know He is there if I am willing to ask for direction and seek Him in everything. I look forward to seeking His will for my life and completing the race He designed for me specifically.