My story…

My story….It isn’t special, extraordinary, or even heart wrenching.  Just my story. My journey through becoming a Christian and believing that Jesus died for me and my sins.

I did not grow up in a Christian, church attending home.  My parents were not against it, we just did not go to church, nor did we really talk about it.  I did not really hear a bible story until I was an adult.  Never even owned a bible.  My dad was a high school football, basketball, track, and baseball coach and every Sunday, he worked to plan for that weeks games.  My mom felt like a single mom a lot, but she did well.  Emphasizing church and the bible was not top on her list of surviving.  I blame no one, but I can totally relate to those who are new Christians and the intimidation of the bible.  People quote scripture, talk about stories, sing songs, and I’ve got nothing.  No childhood warm and fuzzies appear.  Again, no regrets, no grudges, just a different way of life.

During college, I started to feel a pull to read and understand it all, but I enjoyed partying, being social and being independent, so attending church was never a priority.  In fact, I would say that there was a point when I had no clue, so I just never thought about it.

Once I graduated and got married in 1997, my husband and I were feeling the pressure to attend his childhood church.  But when we attended, I was always “Matt’s wife”; not Jodi. It was a small rural church so, I had no real people to relate to and we once tried Sunday school, but some participants clearly had other agendas and I witnessed arguing and debating that was very uncomfortable.  We soon moved away from the area we called “home” and never attended church except for Easter and Christmas.

So, at this point in my life, married and no kids, the exposure I had to Christianity and attending church was either nil or negative.

Fast forward to 2005.  My son was a bouncing toddler and kept me busy.  My father in law, grandfather in law, and dog had all passed away from cancer within three months of one another.  We moved back to the area we call “home” to be closer to family.  Once again, feeling the pull to attend church, we started to attend regularly, become involved with children’s church and the youth group.  This is where I started to learn the bible stories and feel like I was getting it, but still lots of questions in my mind on how God could truly achieve all that he had claimed.

Questions.  LOTS of questions.  I needed faith.  But clearly I didn’t have it because I questioned so much.

September 17, 2005. Changed. My. Life.


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