“Andy walks with me, Andy talks with me, Andy tells me I am his own.”

Yet another song lyric I have gotten wrong in my life. ๐Ÿ™‚ Andy is actually AND HE. Jesus. Jesus is He.

My walk with the Lord (as I have mentioned before) is not just a nice, peaceful, evening stroll. It’s more like one of those Warrior Dashes. The ones that have the mud, the dirt, the weird obstacles, the one that has people laying on the ground saying “Save yourself–go on ahead!” That’s my dash with the Lord.

It’s messy and muddy. I wish I could understand Grace. I mean I believe in it because I have seen it so many times in my life… but I wish that I really get in the head of my Lord and Savior and figure out WHY he allows Grace to cover us.

Anyway– my walk {dash, sprint, run, hurdle jumping race} has been an adventure. I grew up in Church. As I have been told, I was born on a Tuesday and was in church that Sunday. Dad’s a minister so the option of missing church–well, it wasn’t one. I grew up in church on Sunday morning, Sunday night and of course Wednesday’s as well. I loved going to church, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t view it as a place to learn and grow in Christ. It was no different than brushing my teeth. I didn’t necessarily enjoy brushing my teeth, but I did it because it was the right thing to do.

I became a Christian at the ripe old age of 7. I was baptized 3 months later by my father. I remember that day very well. Heck I even remember what I wore. And I remember after the baptism getting cleaned up and mom drying my hair a little bit then going and sitting out in the congregation with my family. I remember putting my head on my oldest sister’s shoulder and closing my eyes. I was tired and ready to go home. What’s done is done. I believed in Jesus and I was happy to now be a member of my Baptist church, but I didn’t really understand what all this meant.

I was a good kid, for the most part, and never really got into trouble. I did a devotional every single night {read out of my teen devotional magazine which took all of 3 minutes} and prayed a lot. I believed in Jesus= that part has never changed. I had simple prayers because praying big wasn’t something that I was taught. I married at 19 and moved 30 minutes away and joined the First Baptist Church there. Looking at other churches never occurred to me. [I enjoyed that church so much and have lasting friendships from that wonderful place]

After my marriage went south I wondered if I would ever be in church again. I felt so guilty every Sunday when I didn’t get up and go to church. But I didn’t feel guilty throughout the week for not having a close with the Lord. It hit me around the age of 27 [when I hadn’t regularly attended a church in 2 years] that I had missed the mark my WHOLE life. It wasn’t about church… it was about Jesus. Why am I so dense that it took me THAT long to figure it out? It was about the relationship with Christ. It was about being thankful for grace, mercy and forgiveness. It was about praising God for bringing me through EVERY storm I had been through. It was about praising him for picking me up off the ground covered in mud and dirt, and washing me off and loving me!

There are so many more facets, details and stories that go along with my journey. This was more of an over view. But nonetheless, it was the turning point for me. Everything that happened after my epiphany [if you will] is because OF the epiphany. Church is important. I encourage every Christ follower to find a church home. It’s good for you to be in God’s house. It’s good for you to have a good group of friends to encourage and support you. HOWEVER– let’s not lose sight of the most important part… the relationship with Jesus.

If you never serve on a committee- that’s ok. {we Baptist’s…we love our committees}

If you don’t go every Sunday- that’s ok.

If you never volunteer to rock babies- that’s ok.

But if you have that reversed and never TRULY seek after a relationship with God then you have 110% missed the boat.

May this encourage you and not discourage you–because that’s the point. Thank God that “Andy” walks with me. ๐Ÿ™‚

For Now,

Roxy

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