It's Friday, y'all!
Praise to the King of Kings. Because only He could have gotten me through this week.
Throughout the day, I thought about what I would write about tonight. Some thoughts came to mind, but one in particular stood out.
It still does, so here goes:
Before I became a Christian, I didn't want to.
See - becoming a Christian, in the true sense of the word, held no appeal for me.
Oh, don't get me wrong: I was a Nigerian child growing up in a God-believing household, so I went to church every Sunday. I even attended a Catholic school for three years where I had mass every single morning!
Thinking back on those years now, I realize how unbelievably cool the Lord was as I stumbled through life. It also makes me realize just how much the devil has blinded the eyes of the world.
In every church service for about six years, I went through the motions - knelt when I was supposed to, stood when I was supposed to, prayed when I was supposed to. Sometimes I even went the extra mile and slept when I was not supposed to! 😀
It wasn't that I didn't believe that Jesus was real and that He died for me. It was that I was not willing to give up what I loved doing for a life in Christ. A life that I thought, from all indications, would be unbearably boring.
How was I to survive without my Harlequin Romance novels and my T.V Shows? Was I supposed to substitute them for books like "A Purpose Driven Life ," and Mount Zion movies?
I was not interested.
Needless to say, the change happened. Jesus found me, and for the first time, I let Him.
It will always be the best thing to happen to me.
I'm writing this tonight to let y'all know - being in Jesus is not being in bondage. It is freedom. It is freedom to be who He has made you to be, without being held down by the weight that is sin.*
I wish I could cut open my heart somehow to show you the love and peace that live there now because Jesus lives in there now.
And as I type this, I tear up a little. Because I'm free.
I don't have to read a novel to feel love, or watch a movie to escape my reality.** No, I can just be. Because Daddy is here with me.
Oh, T.G.I.F because, for one, I get to share this story with y'all.
**I still read and watch movies/shows...a lot. I just don't need to, anymore. For the most part - that is.....ugh, blog for another day.
Good night, y'all.