Becoming a Woman of Faith


March 12, 2014

SignI was born into a nonreligious family; the name of Jesus was never mentioned in my home, neither was his Word. I didn’t know anything about Him and I didn’t attempt to. It wasn’t until moving away from Florida—away from drinking and bad influences, away from the devil’s tricks—that I was brought to church. Long story short: I liked a boy. He went to church. Therefore I went to church. At first I was uncomfortable; I felt unwelcomed and I felt dumb. I didn’t know any stories of the Bible, I didn’t know any Christian songs, and I didn’t know who God was. I didn’t know how He suffered or how He overcame. I didn’t know that he made the ultimate sacrifice so I could come to know Him and His almighty love. My first year attending Women of Faith was emotional for me and something in me changed . . . but I was still full of doubt. By the second year I had been going to church regularly and had fallen in love with worship. I was so blessed by Angie [Smith]: she talked about how she wasn’t raised with God either. She didn’t know about the Bible either. She wasn’t born a Christian either. She was my inspiration to find God and trust in Him. She made me realize you don’t have to be raised in a Christian home to know God. That’s what was holding me back; I always thought that since I wasn’t born believing in God that I could never be as good of a Christian as those who were. For me, it was one thing to hear about God as a skeptic but it’s nothing compared to knowing him as a TRUE woman of faith. Thank you Angie, thank you Women of Faith. My journey with the Lord is just beginning and I’m so thankful . . . thankful to every last person in my life that’s encouraged it. I am blessed to know my redeemer lives. He is continuously good to me. I can’t wait for the many years of Women of Faith to come!
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