I was found by Christ around the age of five. He appeared to me in a dream; as cliché as that sounds, it's the truth. He appeared so that I would recognize Him; the beard, the white robe, the sash. He stood in the midst of the most brilliant colours; colours that made the colour and brilliance of this world seem grey and dull. He looked at me and called me. He said something to the effect of "it's time for you to come to Me now." I awoke with this strange sense of awe, and went downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, my Mom was sitting there; she asked me "out of the blue" if I would like to pray to Jesus. I said yes. I really wanted to.
I can't really explain what happened; I was praying a simple prayer, but I was suddenly overwhelmed by my sin - not necessarily the sin I had already committed (being only five years old), but overwhelmed instead by a sense of my far-reaching capacity to sin. I felt the reach of my sinfulness apart from Christ. I never cried so much before or since, first from despair and then relief as I realized that Christ is indeed able and willing to save to the uttermost.
For the next few years I was plagued by doubts about the truth of my salvation; since it began with a dream, I thought that perhaps I had made it all up with my childish imagination. Slowly through the years I found rest in the fact that Christ is actually the Saviour. My doubts were worn away both by the truth that I learned, and by the trials that chipped away at me. I certainly have not suffered as others have; but I have been through things that I would not like to go through again. I have felt loss, been betrayed, seen the effect of devastating sin; and yet I know and am learning that "through it all, I've learned to trust in Jesus". He is indeed able to redeem the years the locusts have eaten; He is able to build and to heal what is broken down and maimed.
So, there's something of my testimony. It's ongoing. God is faithful.
3 Random Facts About Me:
1) My Mom calls me "a writer and a thinker". I do both at an amateur level.
2) I am blessed by my family and friends. I don't deserve them.
3) I love noodles.