My relationship with Jesus is like throwing a ball against the wall: it’s going to come back to you. So when I pray to Jesus there will always be an answer to my prayer.
I know that having faith in God is a commitment which involves trusting God, or trusting in God. I would like to think of faith as trust. If you don’t have faith in God, then who knows what’s going to happen next for you – because only He does.
Sometimes I get mad at God, and I know I shouldn’t. I think to myself, “Why? Why would you get mad at a Savior?”
I recently watched a powerful video that struck me. A preacher said, “How do you define God’s love?” That’s a critical question. If you have a child, and they say they love you because you let them eat ice cream, but instead you tell them to, “Eat your vegetables!” they’re going to say, “I HATE you!!”
If you prayed to Jesus, and you asked Him to bless your day, and you had a bad day, you would get mad if you were a child. That day I found my answer. Jesus wants me to trust Him. So I don’t conclude that He doesn’t love me when I don’t get a blessed day, or if my dog doesn’t make it out alive, or if I don’t get ice cream.
If I put my faith and trust in Jesus, I’m going to be okay because I know that there is a good, good Father watching over me.
More Faith Stories
I’d been drinking all day long and pulled out into the path of an oncoming vehicle with a with a woman and all of her children packed into this car. They T-boned me and at that moment everything went blank.
One Sunday the music director said the handbell choir needed more members. I thought, “No, I wasn’t ready to get involved.” At the end of the service I found myself volunteering for bell choir!
One Sunday afternoon I was sitting drunk in a bar, and I’m looking around. The only ones in the bar were the bartender, some shady looking guy in the corner, my ex-boyfriend’s mom, and me. I heard this voice in my head say, “What am I doing here?”
This past year I found a black dot on my thumbnail that looked like a pencil point. Nothing much to it. Then it became an abrasion at the end of my nail. My doctor referred me to an orthopedic surgeon who found it to be malignant skin cancer.
At that point I said, “I can’t do this myself. It’s in your hands, God.” That part I remember clearly. It turns out that it was really, really was up to Him (and a good surgeon).
So when drugs and alcohol came around, it was easy for me to say “yes,” because I didn’t have anything in me saying “no” anymore. As I got more involved with drugs, I got into more crime. I started committing violent crimes, selling drugs, abusing drugs ended up back up in prison.