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As those who have talked to me on here know, I wasn't saved. Key word: Wasn't. About 3-3 1/2 hours ago, I surrendered my life to God.
Yesterday, a book a friend sent arrived in the mail. Spiritual Housecleaning. I started reading it around 8:30pm, and lost track of time until my mom informed me it was 2am and I needed to go to bed. Being someone with undiagnosed insomnia, I dreaded going to bed. It was too late to take my melatonin, so I knew I'd be stuck awake all night. That wasn't the case. The minute my head hit the pillow, a feeling of peace and comfort came over me, and I fell asleep right away. I got the best sleep I've had in awhile.
This morning, I woke up with that feeling. But it was many times stronger! I immediately went back to the book and finished reading the few pages I had left. The feeling kept getting stronger. I turned on the radio to K-Love and just started worshiping God. I continued to play that music all morning.
Over the course of the morning, I kept hearing a voice say,"Just let it go. All your hurt, your bitterness, your anger, your stubbornness. Give it to me, daughter. Why do you torture yourself with all of that, when you could give it all up to me." Anytime I tried convincing myself the voice wasn't real, and the comfort was fake, the comfort and peace just became stronger. I kept feeling that pull to surrender my life to Him.
I was telling my best friend (and spiritual mentor) about it, and he was ecstatic! He told me he knew a breakthrough was coming in my spiritual life. He said God told him a breakthrough was coming, but he said,"God, she's nowhere close to ready." and God just kept telling him a breakthrough was coming. I told my friend,"Well God was right. A breakthrough has come. The only thing holding me back is the fact I don't want anyone around, but there's no where I can go in this house to be alone."
The moment I said that, I heard a voice say,"What do you mean you don't have a place? Every time you want to be alone for awhile, you go get a shower." I responded,"Well if you REALLY want me to surrender my life to you, make sure I find a towel quickly." (That may not be significant to most of you. But those who grew up in a large family will understand. Towels aren't washed often, and it takes 30+ minutes to find a clean towel.) I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was a towel.
But.... As we all know, God has a sense of humor. That towel wasn't much bigger than a dish towel. I sighed and said,"Haha. Very funny, God. You know what I meant. Give me a bigger towel." I looked to my left and say a towel sticking out from a load of my sister's laundry. I pulled it out and compared the sizes. It was about an inch wider, and 3-4 inches longer. I rolled my eyes and said,"Really God?? I meant a BIGGER towel." Immediately, I heard,"Why are you making excuses? I gave you what you asked for."
So I gave in. I cried out to God and gave Him my life.
Yesterday, a book a friend sent arrived in the mail. Spiritual Housecleaning. I started reading it around 8:30pm, and lost track of time until my mom informed me it was 2am and I needed to go to bed. Being someone with undiagnosed insomnia, I dreaded going to bed. It was too late to take my melatonin, so I knew I'd be stuck awake all night. That wasn't the case. The minute my head hit the pillow, a feeling of peace and comfort came over me, and I fell asleep right away. I got the best sleep I've had in awhile.
This morning, I woke up with that feeling. But it was many times stronger! I immediately went back to the book and finished reading the few pages I had left. The feeling kept getting stronger. I turned on the radio to K-Love and just started worshiping God. I continued to play that music all morning.
Over the course of the morning, I kept hearing a voice say,"Just let it go. All your hurt, your bitterness, your anger, your stubbornness. Give it to me, daughter. Why do you torture yourself with all of that, when you could give it all up to me." Anytime I tried convincing myself the voice wasn't real, and the comfort was fake, the comfort and peace just became stronger. I kept feeling that pull to surrender my life to Him.
I was telling my best friend (and spiritual mentor) about it, and he was ecstatic! He told me he knew a breakthrough was coming in my spiritual life. He said God told him a breakthrough was coming, but he said,"God, she's nowhere close to ready." and God just kept telling him a breakthrough was coming. I told my friend,"Well God was right. A breakthrough has come. The only thing holding me back is the fact I don't want anyone around, but there's no where I can go in this house to be alone."
The moment I said that, I heard a voice say,"What do you mean you don't have a place? Every time you want to be alone for awhile, you go get a shower." I responded,"Well if you REALLY want me to surrender my life to you, make sure I find a towel quickly." (That may not be significant to most of you. But those who grew up in a large family will understand. Towels aren't washed often, and it takes 30+ minutes to find a clean towel.) I looked over at the couch, and sure enough, there was a towel.
But.... As we all know, God has a sense of humor. That towel wasn't much bigger than a dish towel. I sighed and said,"Haha. Very funny, God. You know what I meant. Give me a bigger towel." I looked to my left and say a towel sticking out from a load of my sister's laundry. I pulled it out and compared the sizes. It was about an inch wider, and 3-4 inches longer. I rolled my eyes and said,"Really God?? I meant a BIGGER towel." Immediately, I heard,"Why are you making excuses? I gave you what you asked for."
So I gave in. I cried out to God and gave Him my life.
