As I'm growing in my faith, I felt it was necessary to feature it on my blog. In no way am I trying to turn this into a platform, but I am willing to share my journey, and if it leads you to Christ, that's even better!
I'm not really sure if what I'm about to tell you is my testimony or not, but it's what led me to surrender my life to Jesus.
A little background first...
I guess you could say I'm Baptist. Not the foot washing kind, but the congregation-shouting, usher fanning, breath gulping preacher kind. When I was younger, church wasn't always a weekly thing. We'd go probably about 2 Sundays out of the month and for holidays like Christmas and Easter. Mom always put me in a nice dress, tights, and my white or black little church shoes. It was really just a routine for me.
But when we moved to southeast Alabama from west Alabama, church going became more prominent in our weekly schedule (my mom's husband is a deacon). Well, this church was definitely not like our old church. Have you ever seen those little white churches on the side of a country road? Or maybe in a movie? They have maybe 10 rows of pews, a small choir stand, and maybe, just maybe, a piano? Even the baptismal pool was outside! (But I'm sure they just took them to the river behind the church anyway...) Well, that's what this new church looked like. Except it was at lease 80 years old. And with age, the up keep wasn't necessarily maintained. Not only had the actual church aged, but the congregation was older too. We were lucky if the piano player could come on Sundays and lucky if the choir arrived on time. Besides all of the physical aspects turning me off, I never really felt like I was learning anything. And I definitely wasn't connecting with God. Needless to say, when Sunday morning rolled around, I would always find an excuse to stay home. "My stomach hurts...I have a headache...I have too much homework...I don't have anything to wear..." And this went on until I moved out an went away to college.
Once I arrived in Tuscaloosa for college, I had planned to go back to the old church that mom and I attended when I was younger. Never happened. But I did attend an event with the campus Baptist church. Once.
Mind you, I was definitely aware of Jesus Christ and how He died for my sins. But it wasn't until my junior year of college when I really felt God pulling me to Him. I was so consumed with everything going on around me that I didn't even attempt to make time for Him. I was enjoying the perks of Greek Life, college life, and some sort of "situationship" I was involved in. I was more invested and interested in this so called "situationship" an everything else going on around me, that I wasn't even wanting to concentrate on anything else. And that's probably when everything started to shift.
One of my good friends/sorority sister asked me for a ride to church one night and invited me along. I hadn't been to church in a while and how could I say no to someone who wanted to go worship and praise God? So we went. We went to the 6:00 pm session at the church's local office complex. The location was different, the music was different, and the message was different. It was all so different! And sometimes I shut down when things are different than what I'm use to.
I didn't go back for a while. I retreated back to living life solely focusing on the earthly matters. "Am I going to that party tonight?" "Is this dress tight enough?" "I'll hang out with my "friends" tonight even though I've got work and class tomorrow...it won't matter." "You can definitely sleep over tonight, no problem."
And all this slowly started to swirl and build until it came crashing down. And when I say crashing down, I don't mean bit by bit. Everything was built piece by piece, but like a house of cards, it all came down at once. My grades were awful, I was getting reprimanded at work, arguing with my mother was a daily thing, my so-called friends were no longer there for me, and that "situationship" I was so emotionally invested in was gone in the blink of an eye. I had nothing. Absolutely NOTHING.
Or so I thought...
I decided to check out the church one more time that my sorority sister had taken me to that one summer night. I went back again...and again...and again every Sunday morning at 9:30 am. It took me a while to get use to the relaxed atmosphere, the friendly faces, the contemporary music, not being in an actual church (we were in a conference center and now I'm in a performing arts center) and watching the sermon live streamed to our campus. And once I became comfortable with it, I really started to open up to the idea of surrendering my life to Christ.
It was late December/early January when I started planning out my baptism. It would be the first Sunday in February and I had to have my family there. But something changed. I was sitting in church on January 12, 2014 at the 9:30 am service when the Pastor was speaking about baptism. He said don't let an excuse hold you back. The church provided a change of clothes, hair dryers, towels, and even an on-site photographer. There was literally no excuse for me to not get baptized that day, I turned to the right, looked at my sorority sister and told her, "I'm going to do it." And I did it. January 12, 2014 at the Tuscaloosa campus of Church of the Highlands. I did it! I gave my life to The Lord. And my life hasn't been the same since. I'm not saying my life is perfect, because I have definitely experienced some intense pain. I've cried myself to sleep too many times to count, I've questioned my God-given abilities and talents, and I've put my trust in things that I knew would fail me. But because I've surrendered my life to my Savior, I've been forgiven and made new. And just knowing that I have someone who loves me more than I can imagine makes it better. Knowing He only wants the best for me and will provide me with only the best, puts things in to perspective. It's a process, a journey. And for me, it's worthwhile.
So, it this my testimony? My life crashed and crumbled at the speed of light. Jesus cradled me in His arms and nursed me back to health. And here I am today, wanting and trying to be more like Him.
This is my testimony.
Hello, I'm Margo
25 year old laid-back lady currently pursuing my MBA in Tuscaloosa, Alabama. Just using my blog to share my growing faith, evolving style, favorite recipes, and exciting travels with you!
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