EDITOR’S NOTE: For those of us who have grown up in the church, it’s so easy to fall into a rhythm of routine when it comes to Jesus and the church. We think we’ve been saved just because we’ve been in church our entire lives. But like Kim writes, it’s not until we have a true life-changing experience with Jesus that we are saved. When the Holy Spirit indwells us and we surrender ourselves to His leading, that’s when we begin to follow after Jesus. Check out Kim’s story of how God was present throughout her entire life and was directing her steps even before she responded to His call of salvation.
HE WRITES MY STORY AND SO IT BEGINS…
My life is a book in which God daily writes the chapters according to His table of contents. Story after story point to his unending faithfulness. A spiritual journey…trailed to an island off the coast of Venezuela. Born to island parents and dedicated in a small church on the island of Trinidad. Church was my niche and comfort zone. I spent years nuzzled on my mother’s lap drifting into sweet slumber while the minister proclaimed the good news. My peers enlisted me as the vice president of the “pew warming” ministry branding me as the enigma of docile Christianity. Despite my apparent slumber and aversion to the pastor’s monotone voice, God’s word was being firmly rooted into the depths of my heart. One day my life catapulted into a series of events that would forever change my ambitions.
The message of salvation was presented to me a second time in a way I could never refuse. A church mouse since conception, I had never encountered God unlike the day of May 9, 2001. A still small voice was nudging and requesting to be let into my heart. The battle in my mind became apparent as I tried to rationalize what was happening inside of me. My spirit yearned for a satisfaction that no mode of tradition could fulfill. I needed a relationship that would suffice all that I desired. The promise of life more abundantly was the answer to this dilemma.
For the second time in my spiritual journey, I repented and reaffirmed my commitment to God and to His Kingdom’s work. I purposed to live worthy of the calling I had received in Christ. My desire to build a father-daughter relationship unlike any other motivated an unwavering obligation to God’s will and God’s word. I never truly experienced true communion and unconditional love until that momentous day. Dance became my passion and escape. This art seemed my most powerful expression of love and appreciation to my Heavenly Father. God graced me with a gift no one could steal. It was in Him; I lived, moved and hand my being (Acts 17:28).
On February 12th, 2004, my mother and I migrated thousands of miles across the ocean to adopt Georgia as my second home. My dream of attending college was in full grasp, but the question was ‘Where?’ I did not know. Modeled by a British Education, I applied to over twenty schools but none of these schools seemed hasty to accept ‘an alien resident’ or the differential to the average college-bound senior. I quickly became very depressed and annoyed spending days at a time in my room, questioning God and His purpose for moving. I then heard a still small voice whisper, “This is MY will”. These words were the harbinger for the beginning of another chapter.
On Good Friday morning of 2004, the Holy Spirit urged me to change my focus. Through His word, I was reminded that my steps were being ordered even in the arena of higher education. With a comfort and renewed tenacity, I amended my life’s goals and began the search for Christian colleges. When I retrieved the initial results of my Google search, I knew immediately that God was leading me to Atlanta Christian College now Point University. His desire was to position me in a place where I not only pursued a degree but also pursued purpose.
In the last ten years, God has directed my life on a path that can only be accomplished by His Spirit. I was challenged to live beyond myself and not within my natural abilities. This is where the Holy Spirit truly reigned in my life. I make no boast in myself for through Christ, I attained a Christian education, married a Godly man, ministered to many young women across the state of Georgia and from across the globe, served two wonderful churches and help plant another, taught at two Christian Schools, choreographed dance pieces for a cross section of dance groups and even started a blog. I can unequivocally affirm that yielding my life to Christ produces fruit. As God keeps writing, my vow is to continue obeying His precepts and living it out. It is not my will but His will be done.
One of the greatest examples of a life led by God’s Authorship is that of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. as is evidenced in his ‘Letter From a Birmingham Jail’ written with much conviction to clergymen who remained apathetic to the injustices around them. He followed the words written by God about him while Dr. King’s words became cathartic in the fight for unity and equality. When you follow God’s lead, others cannot help but follow your lead which points them to the great work God is doing.
I do not know what scene comes next in this chapter of life, but I trust the Author who pens it knows how it will end. Until then… Just keep writing, Lord!
Just keep writing, Lord!
My hope is that you let Him lead by living out the story that He has written for you.