I’m a Christian. I’ve believed in Jesus and God every since I can remember. Until I was twenty-four however, I didn’t understand my own faith.

I believed all things were relative, (meaning if you believed in reincarnation, then you’d be reincarnated, etc.). It took the argument of a man I thought was obnoxious at the time to convince me that I either believed what the Bible said, or I didn’t. No picking and choosing–it’s either filled with truth or with lies.

Wow.

I began reading the Bible with new eyes and prayed for wisdom. God promises in His word that if you pray for understanding, He’ll give it. And so I did.

I became born again and as on fire for Christ as I could be. The problem was, my new black and white thinking held little room for grace.

In recent years, God has humbled me and shown that given the right circumstances all of us can fall. (’There but for the grace of God go I’ is something I think a lot!)

I love God. I have accepted the salvation His son has offered. I’ve finally come to understand that the parameters God sets up for His children are for our benefit. Sin equals pain.

 One of the best parts of being a Christian is that things don’t freak me out a whole lot. I know God’s got my back. I know that I’m in His hands and His plans for me are greater than the ones I have for myself. I know I’m loved, even if the world despises me. I’m someone worthy regardless of my earthly success–I am, after all, the daughter of the king of kings, a princess!

At the end of my life, I have Heaven to look forward to … streets of gold, family reunions, no tears. I can’t wait to fall into my Father’s arms!  What sting has death?

Here’s a link that might explain it a whole lot better than I’m doing: http://www.gotquestions.org/questions_salvation.html