I never opened a Bible until I was twenty-eight years old. Until that point, I was chasing my fleshly desires and was fully convinced the world revolved around me. However, by God’s grace, Jesus stepped into my identity struggles and the Gospel of Christ became personal.
At that time, I traded my animal-print heels and working woman duds for more casual garments that accommodated my new life as a full-time homemaker.
Highly influenced by the world, I had a keen awareness that success was measured by title, status, paycheck, and pursuit of self. However, God met me in our tiny apartment in Manhattan, (the Little Apple, not the Big Apple) Kansas, because I chose to open the Bible and quietly read, study, and learn while my baby, Lucy, slept soundly for hours every day. Lucy exited the womb and cut her own umbilical cord. She has been independent since birth, so when she determined that her daily dual nap schedule would be as consistent as the rising sun, I was thankful that my daily study time in the Word was equally as consistent.
During that season of transition, in addition to my career path being redirected, my understanding of the faith adapted. I began to know God in a personal way. Never mind the heavy hitters of the faith like Billy Graham and R.C. Sproul, my awakening was so intense, I felt like I was the world’s first theologian. I read the Bible with such shock and awe. I could not believe that the Bible provided so much incredible instruction for life and God’s character was so aptly described through the words of Scripture.
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