Hey y’all! Thanks for joining me for another Sunday for my Sunday Series. As always, the door is always open if you’d like to share your story or anything that God is laying on your heart. I hope you have a blessed week! XX, SS
When I told Seersucker Sass that I wanted to write for her blog, my first thought was “OMG, I have no idea what I’m going to write. I don’t have a testimony.” I’m not one of those people who “was lost and then suddenly found Jesus” because of a friend or a tragic event in their life. I was raised in a Christian home. My family always took us to church on Sundays and we had bible study almost every week, usually in our home. But as I began to think about it and ponder on what I can say, it started to come to me.
I was in school for three years at a college close to home. I lived on campus where I lived with my best friend from high school and two random girls. I joined a sorority, and loved it instantly. And then reality set in. I didn’t like the backup major I was accepted into. I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I thought I knew, but I kept putting it off and putting it off until about 2 years later, I stopped going to school. By that point I had no idea what I was doing with my life. I had moved back home because I decided to get a credit card and rack up a ton of debt, on top of my minimal student loans. So for the next three years I went back and forth between living at home and living in Chicago for two summers. Neither summer worked.
It was the second summer that I really realized something. Even though I had been raised in the church and even though I believed in God, my life wasn’t really showing it. I made the decision to move back home, which wasn’t the plan, and got myself a real job, which lead me to find the school I am at currently. I think the fact that it’s a Christian school has helped me tremendously. When I was at my first school, I was going out a lot and drinking a lot and hooking up with guys, but all of that wasn’t satisfying. I was always hurt when guys turned me down to take things seriously because of my faith, and because I had decided a long time ago to save myself for marriage. I’m not trying to say going out and drinking is bad. I still go out occasionally and I still drink, but I think those first three years at my first school were really self-satisfying and not really helpful to what I wanted to do with my life in the long run.
Being at the school I’m at now has opened my mind to how amazing God is. I have messed up so many times, and yet God has always been there, waiting for me to realize that He is always there for me and will help me with whatever I need. I think the thing to take away, if anything, is that no matter how long you’ve had a relationship with God and no matter how much you’ve screwed up and no matter how dismal the situation you are in might seem, God is there. Things might not get better right away. Things might take a couple days, a few weeks, or even years, but as long as you put your faith and hope in God, He will come through for you. I still don’t have everything figured out, but I am slowly starting to trust God more and more, when that’s what I should have been doing all along. Never give up the hope that God will bestow His grace upon you. Of course we don’t deserve it, and of course we will mess up, but that’s what is so amazing about God: He doesn’t care about any of that. He loves us all so much that nothing we can do could change that.