In 1995 I re-dedicated myself to the Lord.
Along the way, (my own way) I met Jesus. I was not looking for Him. He came to me. I had known about Jesus for as long as I could remember. I had attended Sunday School and participated in many plays. I had learned all the poems and verses and lines given to me. I knew when you could and could not walk about the sanctuary. I knew all the titles worn by the various church workers. All that time, I thought I knew Jesus.



The years rolled on. I was a wife, mother and grandmother. I didn’t know that I didn't know Jesus. I had said the "sinner's prayer many many times as a child and young adult. I went to most of the holiday and special occasion services held at the local churches. I didn't know that I didn't know Jesus. I called, "Oh Lord," often enough, when something went wrong. I always wondered why God had let some things happen. I didn't know that I was far from God. But, I was immensely blessed along my way. The faithful in Christ were (obvious to me now) praying for me.

I was usually nice to people and would willingly and immediately share whatever I had. Thinking back, I was blessed much more than I knew. God was watching over me. I know that now. I did not know that for all those years.



In my mid-twenties I met a foe I could not conquer. His name was "nicotine addiction." We battled many years, he and I. He won again and again. Finally, I resigned to a place of hopelessness, where cigarettes were concerned. I would light-up and not know when I lit up. Nor realize when I lit the third cigarette. I didn't want to smoke any more. I quit trying to quit.



One morning, as I sat smoking a cigarette in my living room, Jesus came to visit. I saw Him as plainly as I see my grandchildren. I knew who He was. He did not have to introduce Himself. After a time, He spoke. He said, "Wilt thou quit smoking?" I thought about the question. I thought about the word "wilt." I never took my eyes off Jesus. Then I collected myself and said, "I will." Since that day, I have never desired nor had a taste for a cigarette. I was totally and completely delivered from nicotine. That was years ago. That was the Beginning of my walk with Jesus. Jesus was now REAL to me.



Oh yes, I was sure I was saved as a girl. But, I didn't walk according to the will of God. Now I feast on God's WORD. I love his ways. I pray daily that His will and ways are mine. I have grown to love Him so. He has loved me all along. I pray to know Him better tomorrow than I do today.





In the beginning was God the Father, God the Son (Jesus, the Word), and God the Holy Spirit. They are the same today. Unchanged.