life

having grown up in church, I have heard the name of Jesus as long as I can remember. But it wasn't until I was on my own in college did I fully become aware of who He was. I had gotten to the point in my life where living for myself was not cutting it. I had lost everything, the girl I thought was going to make me happy dropped me, the friends I thought I had left me and all that was left was an angry, selfish human being. Like I said before I had heard the name of Jesus my whole life. My parents were very involved in the church, dad was a deacon, mom was the church secretary. I had learned to dress the part, but my heart was empty and void. I remember the night I laid in my bunk bed at Baptist Bible College and cried out to God. That if He was real and if He cared for me I wanted to experience Him. I didn't want to just know his name I wanted to know Him. It says in John 3:16 that whosoever believes will have eternal life. That night I got past the name and He became real to me. Now it has been a process but I know in whom I believe and He is able to deliver me. Hallelujah!