Slow and steady

I love the idea that this blog is buried somewhere is cyberspace, that among millions and millions of pages, we have a tiny little corner to of our own. And that we will be filling it with things of God, with encouragement for each other. I just think that it is pretty cool : ).

Love what Joyce said, and it is so true. We need to be able to account for why we believe what we believe. Hopefully having to post our testimonies here will get us to really think about it, and be able to articulate it better if anyone should ask us.

And can I also say... I am REALLY excited to get hear from all of you!

So here is why I believe what I believe:

I can't pinpoint an exact moment where it all changed for me. I think it was more of a process than an event- more of an accumulation of realizations and revelations than an instant turnaround.

I grew up in a Christian family, and have never really missed a weekend of church unless I was overseas, or was really sick. But I think the beginning of the push- when I really understood Christ for myself as opposed to hitching a ride on my parent's faith was in the process of moving from Malaysia to NZ.

I remember one night, I was laying in bed the week before I was supposed to move. My parents had gone ahead to NZ to sort some stuff out, and I was staying with my aunt, and my brother was with another aunt. I don't think I had ever felt so lonely. I was just thinking about all the things that I had to leave behind, my friends, my church, everything. Everything was about to change, and as a 13 year old, I was pretty afraid. And I remember thinking- "God, you're coming with me right? I know I have to leave my house, my dog, my school, my comfort zone, everything. But you're coming too aren't you?"

And that night I just felt a peace about me. Because right after I asked the question, I knew what the answer was. It became so clear that there was no distance ,no oceans- NOTHING that could separate me from God or his love for me. He was coming no matter what, and that the would always, always be with me.

That realisation placed a pretty firm foundation for my faith, and I've been on a journey ever since. That night he revealed himself as faithful. And as time has gone by he has revealed himself to me as my friend, my comforter, the all powerful, my strength, my provider, Abba father. And the list just goes on and on.

So I am convinced to my very core, and I know, that I know, that I know- that God is real. Because I have experienced it, and he is more real than anything is this world could offer. Everything on Earth will eventually fade away, so I cling on to The One who is everlasting. Because if everything that is able to be stripped away is taken from me, money, health, family, friends, the only constant that will remain - is God.

Love,

LL