August 13, 1995, is a date when my whole world changed. This is the date I surrender my heart and life to Jesus.
So, coming to this date, I accepted Christ as a child in the Baptist Church. Being taught of Jesus all my life, I knew of Him and knew I was to accept Christ, be baptized, and join the church. It was all I had in my head, but there was no heart connection.
Moving forward, there were countless times when I knew Jesus was there. One that will always stand out to me. I was married, and my husband and his brother were at odds because of something I had supposedly said. I was heartbroken by the division between the two. So, I got on my knees and prayed. I was home alone then but could sense someone else behind me. This person touched my shoulder and said it would be ok. Did I see him? No, I could not turn around. But such a peace. The situation did turn back around.
The point is God didn’t leave me alone. He leaves the 99 to come after the 1. Fast forward to 1995. Divorced, single mom of four, hurt by many churches and their rules. I was one mad and hurting person. I was still searching for a church to belong to. Then, one Sunday, I walked into a church service very angry and cussed like a sailor (you know, when you have been hurt deep, your mouth doesn’t necessarily have a filter). That day, my world changed. I could not tell you what the evangelist was talking about, but I went down for prayer at the end. God met me there.
My world was changed; I no longer swore, and all my other stuff dropped off one by one (drinking, smoking, books I read, and movies I watched). God rocked my world. See, it was at that point where my head knowledge of Christ and heart hurt met, and a miracle of salvation happened.
Pray you have an experience with God like this.