My childhood was simple and safe because my parents were strict. If a dance or a basketball game was done at 9 p.m., I had to be home right afterwards. My folks wouldn’t let me date in high school. Can you believe that?
I wanted something, and I was convinced that 'something' was more freedom. As a young girl I wanted a boyfriend, more action, more fun.
I decided that the perfect life would be when I was completely in charge.
When I went off to college, that is exactly what happened. My folks helped me carry my things into my dorm room and left. As the door closed, I was finally free.
And I had a ball! I made lots of friends. I ran around. Partied! And dated - a lot. I did go to classes and studied some.
But then at times, with all my new freedoms, I still felt something missing.
Around my junior year, my friends were finding their “special guy.” So I decided to stop playing the field and pick one myself. The boy I chose looked smitten and I thought, “Why not?” We were together almost 24/7. We would meet between classes and spent our evenings studying and fooling around. He lived off campus, so I fed him food from my dorm cafeteria. With a sack lunch, he followed me everywhere.
Finally – the perfect life - or so I thought.
Still there would be moments when I would feel a little haunted. “Is this all there is?” Even when I was getting ready to go out on a date – I felt that there had to be more.
The Bible says, “God has set eternity in man’s heart.” God has made us for an eternal purpose. The void I felt was real and having a steady boyfriend didn't seem to fill it.
About that time, my guy began pressuring me to move in with him. Even though I thought I loved him, I knew that sleeping together was wrong. Still the pressure continued. And I teased him back and put pressure on him myself. Then I would wonder about my morals. What was right? What was wrong? I felt guilty, because I was.
No one had to tell me that I was sinning. I knew that.
One night we took a study break and walked across the street to a dorm where Christians were holding a meeting – right there in the courtyard. There were guitars and music and then someone spoke. We had seen posters all over campus - “Why Jesus?”
I heard how God wanted to come into my life. Be my Friend and Guide and be a part of my life. And at the end of the night, the speaker shared this verse: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if anyone hears My voice and open the door, I will come in to him, and will dine with him, and he with Me.”
He said that Jesus is the One, standing outside, wanting to step into my life.
When the preacher finished, he invited any interested student to stick around and talk. He finished by asking, “Do you want to ask Christ into your life - tonight?”
My boyfriend and I got up and started to leave - very conflicted. My heart was racing and my mind was challenged.
I needed to figure out this “Jesus thing.” I did not realize that my boyfriend was also wrestling with God and wondering about his salvation.
We stopped at the door. And turned around and walked back across the room to talk to those Christians and ask our questions.
That decision, that night - to turn and accept Christ as my personal Savior - that decision totally changed everything.
My boyfriend prayed that same night. Everything now was different. Jesus began to teach us together. We decided to get married. I need to tell you that God richly blessed me. For over 40 years He has led me.
Today I don’t have that sense that “something is missing” in my life. God lives in my heart. He moved in that day many years ago and He has never left me. He walks with me through all the thrills and sorrows and challenges of life.
He wants to walk with you.