Deeds777's 1993 Ford Escort

Well, I've been raised in church my entire but in reality, I didn't let Jesus into my heart and make a real relationship with Him until March 30th, 2003. Before then, I felt I was alright. I was too prideful to admit I was wrong and I was fine the way I was. I had lived a sinful lifestyle and never really new Jesus. I called myself a Christian but in reality was not. You could of probably called me a moral reletivist in a way. It wasn't until a friend basically "slapped me in the face" and that I became to think that maybe I wasn't right. But instead of coming to Christ, I ran from Him. My own selfish pride ruled me. I would convince myself that I was "searching for truth" but instead, I was running from it. I spent my senior of high school basically running and spending it miserably. It wasn't until that same friend invited me to his church. I had felt the prescence of God like I've never felt before. But when it came to the altar call, It felt loving, joyful, and it felt like I was for the first time, really feeling alive. I still didn't answer because I was convincing myself that I was alright. It was when I got home that night that I thought to myself "Why am I running? What is it that I'm holding onto that I would run from this, the loving arms of my Savior? What is so important in this world that I would live an empty life in this world and live a painful life in the next?" I dropped to my knees on the floor of my room and asked God for forgiveness. Forgiveness for how I lived my life, forgiveness for how I denied Him, forgivness for my selfish pride, and forgivness for not allowing Him into my heart and my life. I asked Jesus to come into my heart, to save me, and take over my life. And the awesome thing, is that despite how I acted, God still forgave me, because His love is that great. I got up from my knees and felt alive for the first time, because in reality, it was the first time I was alive. I finally felt peace and I felt such a great love in my heart that I never knew. I spent that year running and hating life and myself. I felt no peace and nothing but conflict in my soul, and that night, when I gave my heart to Christ, I felt like a fool for running, because I was a fool for running. But that night, that fool who kept me from Christ, died and if he had a grave, I'd dance on it. Since then, my relationship with Jesus has grown very much and He's taken me places I never thought I could go and done things I never thought I could do, and feel a joy that before that night, never thought I could feel. I love Jesus with all my heart and will never run from Him again. God is so awesome!