Ok, so I was working on catching up on my Google-reader and it dawned on me that with all the blogging I have done I have never told the story of how I got saved. This story has really been on my mind this week and so I am sharing it with you.

As some of you may know, my father is a minister. So, I grew up in a couple of southern baptist churches listening to him preach every Sunday. Well, there came a week when God had laid two very different messages on my fathers heart. He prayed over both of them and studied them both trying to glean which one God wanted him to deliver. So the weekend came and dad still did not have a clear idea as to which one he would preach. Hours ticked away as he prayed for clarity. Even that morning as he prepared for church, he was still unsure which message God wanted him to deliver. It was then that Gary Bracknell, a close friend of his, came up to him and said that he had a message that God had placed on his heart and that he felt God wanted him to deliver. As Gary outlined the message it was one of the same messages that God had placed on my father’s heart. Now, Gary and my father had not had any discussions about the two messages that God had given to my father. My father had mentioned to Gary that he was struggling over two messages, but had not shared with him what these messages were. So, realizing that God was at work in this situation, my father let Gary deliver the message that Sunday.

I can’t remember how old I was, and in fact I didn’t even remember any of this until my dad told me the story a couple months ago. I don’t remember the message that was delivered, but obviously it spoke to me as that was the day that I gave my life to God.

As I consider this story I am blown away with how this all went down. My father is convinced, as am I, that had he delivered that same message (which he was prepared to do since God had laid it on his heart as well that week) that I would not have gotten saved that day. I am amazed that God would put all of this together just for the sake of my salvation. I mean who am I that he would put together such an intricate plan simply so that I could be welcomed into the kingdom. As I think about this I am amazed at how much God loves me and that my salvation, as well as that of all of his children, was not just an accident, but was something planned out long before I was born.

The more I consider the circumstances under which I came to know Christ, I can’t help but believe that God has something big planned for me. I mean to put together such a plan to get me saved. To call upon a man who was not a preacher to deliver a message to the congregation knowing that it was necessary if I was going to get saved. To burden my father with two messages only to also burden Gary with one of the same messages. All this so that I could get saved. Wow, I am so unworthy.

I have not really shared this story with a lot of people as I have always felt that I didn’t have much of a testimony to tell. I feel differently now and would love to hear what you all think about my story.