Updated: May 2, 2021
I remember where my journey with truly finding my identity in Christ began. I was a junior in high school.
I was raised in a Christian home - but it felt mostly like religion to me. I have wonderful parents who raised me to believe in God - but He didn't truly become real to me until I was a teenager.
It was the summer after my junior year - at my lake home - as I lay on our dock - gazing up at the stars - crying out to God after a really tough season of my life - asking Him "Where are You!" "Why am I going through this?"
"I'm tired - so - so tired..." "I give up - I'm all Yours - do with me as You see best God, I surrender..."
And there I left my pain and heartache - at the foot of the cross - I gave it all to Him, because it was far too much for me to carry -
I chose to trust Him with my pain and my life -
Trust - is one of the hardest things we all face. Trust means, letting down your guard and putting your confidence into another that you feel safe with at every level: physically, mentally, spiritually and emotionally
The place I really met God was in the heart of my pain - in reality - I had always known Him - I just finally let Him in, since He was always there with me.
The place I met God was when I was ready to face I couldn't do it all myself.
The place I met God was when I realized He was the safest place for me to lay down my burdens for Him to carry for me -
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."