The Story of My First Love: Chapter 1

In the past few weeks, I have felt the challenge of opening up my story for all to hear. What story? Well, the story of falling in love with my first love: Jesus. Essentially, it's not my story to do to with what I want. God is the author, and seems like He's in the middle of writing a very creative narrative, and I want to share it, but not for my sake or to bring fame to myself, but simply to allow you to glory in Him for the way He has acted in reviving this life and bringing me to a place of falling in love with Him for who He is, not for what He does or what He gives, but simply for HIMSELF! Don't think I'm some extraordinary person without flaw, because that is false! I'm just a simple person, in love with Jesus, depending on His daily grace and mercy.

"My beloved is mine, and I am his" (Song of Solomon 2:16)

For me, falling in love with Jesus did not just happen over night, it has taken several years, lots of lessons accompanied by His grace and mercy. And, I'm falling more in love with Him everyday, so chances are, this story may not conclude until I see His face when I reach eternity!

Growing up in a church, I learned all the right and wrong things to do and say. My parents were very faithful to take me to church and teach me the difference between right and wrong. They loved (and still do) me and wanted to teach me about Jesus. Needless to say, I grew up in the church and confessed Jesus Christ as the son of God and was baptized at age 12. I was a "good" kid. I never got into much trouble, besides skipping a few classes in high school and getting a some speeding tickets. I was active in the youth group and went to church every Sunday. I had a relationship with Jesus, and would tell you that I was a Christian. I ran around with some fun friends and had a good time, as a typical middle-class teenager. It wasn't until after high school graduation that I look my eyes off the Lord and began to focus on myself.