From my earliest days I remember hearing God’s word preached faithfully & was taught to memorise scripture & particularly loved singing hymns.

There was no question in my mind that God was great and powerful, but I didn’t know Him to be ‘my’ God until many years (& many terrible choices) later!

When I hit my mid teens, I no longer had a network of church friends, as my dad had taken up a pastorate on the outskirts of Cardiff, and the great love of my heart became very obvious: myself.

After many attempts at a ‘conversion experience’ I decided Christianity was devoid of real power & went off in search of real pleasures!

Like the prodigal, I went to the far off land & squandered my Father’s many blessings. I walked away; He remained unmoved, steadfast & determined that His word would not return to Him void. I have no doubt that the prayers of my parents followed me into the many dark places and seasons I walked during that decade.

There were moments of very real spiritual awareness, and times where specific verses and hymns would come to my mind, out of the blue!

At 25, I had already begun the long journey back from that ‘far off land’ but on the 10th October 2009, my Father ran to meet me.  I saw clearly that I could no longer play around with God, He was a God to be reckoned with & that I either had to lay down my life before Him now, or I would not get the chance again. It became a very urgent matter to me & I began to cry out for grace.

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God met me in the passage of John 4, in the same way that He sought out the woman of Samaria, He came and sought me out & told me everything I ever did and revealed Himself to me as the Christ. My Christ. I was (& am still!) overwhelmed by His grace & patience. He has been a faithful guide throughout my years following Him & is restoring all the locust-eaten years.

Try God.

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