How God turned My Life Around :: Religion Christianity Essays

How God turned My Life Around messiah loves me this I know. These lyrics sound through the halls of churches almost all Sunday morning. Jesus Loves Me, the familiar tune which reassures children that Jesus does love them no matter what color they are. Why? The Bible tells me so. I have sung this melodic phrase myself. I grew up on its lyrics. Despite the reassurance that my Savior loved me, I compartmentalized such love into the Christian career alone. The Christian life, for so long, was something that took place only when I was thinking about Christ and reading the bible and praying. I did not follow Christ all the time, so did Jesus still love me? Im going to show you now how God used a man named Randy Turner to turn my life aroundtaking an inferior boy and showing him the grace of God.I remember the day well. There was a disturbance of some sort in the house of which I had taken part. I am not sure whether I was the malefactor or was the beneficiary, probably a quarrel with my brothers, but I do remember what happened thereafter. After my rebuke, I walked through the back door and proceeded to the garage. In those days, and even now, the garage was not meant for cars but for storage, so there were boxes upon boxes of stored junk. Upon entering, I moved a few boxes away, found a familiar hole where my brothers and I used to go and hide, bellied myself on the dusty flour, and crawled about leash and one half feet under stored chairs and one desk to my destinationa hidden spot in the far corner of garage. None would find me there at one time I began to cry. No one loves me and Everybody hates me were the phrases that I would say. Tears flowing, I would condemn the world for its hatred and console myself with the words I knew too well, Its okay. You potty survive though no one understands you. How hopeless words can console is a mysterybut truth switches places with lies when youre deceived. The truth was that I grew up in a Christian home and was extrem ely loved. My family showed no favoritism. My brothers and I were treated equally and we loved each other. We had our brushes with each others bad side often, but brothers do that.