Four years ago this week, I decided to become a follower of Christ. A Christian.
God ensured that my faith journey was a pretty exciting one – in fact, I wrote about my testimony on day 51, which you can read by clicking here.
So much has happened since I became a Christian. I’ve had the privilege of meeting literally hundreds of incredible people from all over the world; I’ve been able to travel to some of the most awe-inspiring places and I’ve been able to work with some of the most inspirational people I’ve ever met. It’s a pretty good deal. But after four years of faith, I’m more sure than ever that it’s not about that.
When worded as above, it seems like I stepped out of darkness and straight into heavenly bliss, but I can assure you that’s not the case. I’ve hit some pretty horrendous lows in the last four years. I’ve made some disastrous decisions and been hurt by some not-so-great decisions from other people too. People still hurt people. But after four years of faith, I’m more sure than ever that it’s not about that either.
I’ve been a witness to some phenomenal moments as God breaks into the lives of the people around and watching with such joy as they choose to pursue a relationship with their Creator. I’ve had to work through the sadness of seeing people that I love deeply choosing to walk away from the church; walk away from friends and more distressingly, walk away from God. Whilst we’re getting closer to the issue, after four years of faith, I’m realising that even that’s not what it’s about.
It’s all about God’s unfathomable, unending, indescribable and incomprehensible love. The kind of love that transforms lives. The kind of love that doesn’t leave our side in times of darkness and the kind that stands with us in our triumphs. The kind of love that makes a way when there is no way and the kind of love that forgives us, despite us. If I could some this up in one verse, for me it would be 1 John 4:10:
This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins.
After four years of faith, I’m more sure than ever that this isn’t about me. It never was. It’s not about my achievements or my woes. It’s about the all-consuming love and grace of God. Four years on, the biggest challenge for me is to constantly remind myself of this. Thank you, Lord. So much.
I’ve attached some of my favourite moments from the past four years – none of which would have happened if God had not broken into my life. This is by no means exhaustive and doesn’t come even close to doing justice to the last few years, but I couldn’t possibly fit every moment on here! I’m so grateful for every one of these memories: