Just wanted to prove that it’s not just my stomach that prompts me to write but my heart too!
I find food one of the most easiest things to write about but when it comes to my Christian faith, I get a bit tonguetied because I’m scared of writing something theologically incorrect or repulsed by what I write because it sounds so corny. It amuses me that we Christians come up with our own Christian vocabulary that it probably seems like code to anyone outside of church – and I’m just as guilty of using it as anyone else!
I thought I’d start by telling you a bit about how I came to be a Christian. My parents are Christians and my Grandpa is an Anglican vicar so I definitely grew up in a church environment but I wouldn’t say I truly understood it for myself until I went away to University. My first year was spent partying (with a guilty conscience that something wasn’t quite right) and it wasn’t until my second year that God started to move in my life. I hurt my back and was diagnosed with sciatica that kept me in bed for a month. I’d been seeing this guy who was a cheat and I was pretty miserable. One night, I woke up with a creeping, fearful sensation that I had to split up with him and it is now with hindsight that I can see God was speaking to me directly to get me to change my life. I remember battling in my head with the decision, being scared of ending up alone, and not feeling peaceful until I’d made it. A few months later at a Christian conference, the female vicar from my church drew me to one side and asked me how I was – and I wasn’t ok. She talked me through what becoming a Christian meant and asked me to think about it. It took me several days but after praying with a good friend to ask Jesus into my life, I went back to see her. Like doubting Thomas, I didn’t feel any different and that frustrated me, so she prayed with me and as she spoke, I felt my arm tingle as if someone were touching my arm, holding it as if I needed supporting. That was the Holy Spirit. As I went to bed that night, the same sensation covered me like a blanket, protecting me. Nothing would be the same. That was over 5 years ago.
I’d like to say that from then on, things were amazing and I never looked back but that would be a massive lie. Some days I still battle with myself to believe. However today, just writing this and reminding myself how gracious God is, I know that my life was nothing until I allowed Jesus into my life and will amount to nothing unless I let God continue to finish the work he has begun in me.
Tell me about your journey with God (see – Christian vocab!)…….


