As I wept in that dark smelly bedroom, a presence drifted into the room. Suddenly I was overcome by peace, joy, love and I knew that someone cared about me. A voice spoke from that presence and said, “My hand is on your life. I’m going to take care of you.”
I didn’t grow up in a religious home but I knew that this was the voice of God. I realized that God cared about me even thought I didn’t know Him. I wanted to know Him, but there wasn’t anyone to tell me about Him.
Three years later I started going to a small Pentecostal church and I was on fire for God. My friends who brought me to church thought I was a freak and threatened to end my friendship. I quit following God and my life spiralled downhill fast.
I believe if someone would have told me how to follow God and to get to know Him when I was 10-years-old, I would have responded. My life would have been completely different. But there was no one. Not a single person to tell me about God.
This past weekend, I was part of a ministry team that went to a little town 600 miles south to help a group of middle and high school students encounter God. A remarkable 15- year-old, Charles Graves, organized this conference to reach his peers. His parents, Alyssa and Jack are on staff at the school that hosted the conference.
I shared my story with a group of middle school and high school girls. These girls want to know God and how to follow Him, but they needed a messenger. Jack, Alyssa and Charles have been faithful messengers to them. Now they needed to meet the living God.
At the last Saturday night service, they encountered God. I watched them weep, worship, and receive prayer. They didn’t even want to leave although the leaders said the service
If it wasn’t for the Graves, those kids would have never had an encounter with God. God needs a messenger to go to the kids — who were like me at 10-years-old that wanted to know Him — but had no one to tell me how to follow Him. I believe there are millions of kids in our nation who want God. They don’t want religion. They don’t want a bunch of rules. They want to know the God of the Bible who brings healing, deliverance and freedom.
A student’s leg grew out after Levi O’Brien prayed for him. That one healing sparked an interest in God to the point that the kids rushed into the library to learn more. The God of the Bible is extremely attractive to this generation. He just needs someone who doesn’t care about fame, title or a ministry to go to these little towns that no one would go to, to reach kids that most people overlook.
Are you willing to lay down your life to tell your neighbor next door or the kid that drives you crazy with their loud music about the one true living God? He needs you. This weekend, I was the person I would have wanted to come to me when I was a hurting 10-year-old girl who wanted to die. I was the woman I would have wanted to reach girls who want Him.
May you carry His life, His glory, peace and love to those around you. The world wants Him. Let’s not get in the way. Let’s be the way.