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Being Adopted into His Kingdom | My Testimony

This is such a holy experience. Re-living these moments. So much freedom. I feel such a responsibility to tell this story well, but I'm just going to rest and trust and lean into the Lord.

I was seven years old and had just experienced a horrible, horrible abuse that broke me to my very core. I was lost, broken, and afraid. I was raised by wonderful, imperfect, amazing, Jesus-loving parents, we went to church and they led me well, but I didn't have a personal, saving relationship with Jesus Christ. Jesus wasn't my Savior and the Lord of my life. I was at enmity with God. I was a sinner in great need of a Savior and His redemption.

One day I walked up to the kitchen table where Mom was standing helping one of my siblings and told her so timidly that I needed to talk to her later. We were laying on the bed and Jesus did the most incredible thing- He broke me and healed me in an indescribable way. In a glorious, truly miraculous way. He convicted me and showed me who I really was, the fact that I needed Him, that I needed forgiveness. I prayed and I was forgiven by God and saved from my sin and eternal damnation. Saved by grace through faith. Not by my own merits, but His grace alone! His grace that is greater than all my sin!! He is my Savior now! My King! The Lord of my life. I am a servant of the King!!! What grace that He would allow me to be His daughter. That He would choose me! That He would make me His in a whole new way! That He would adopt me and allow me a place in His holy kingdom! That He would be mindful of me. That I would get to have a relationship with the Father! That He would be my Savior! I am His. Precious Name, oh how sweet, hope of earth and joy of heaven. Precious Name, oh how sweet... I get to experience this now! What a gift.

After I had prayed I asked Mom if we could fill out the back of my New Testament Bible and I was so giddy and excited and happy...full of such joy as I ran to get it. I was His and happy to own it! Happy to own that I was His and happy to proclaim it. Oh, what a day that He became my Heavenly Father and Redeemer and King!!!

I talked with our Pastor about going before the church and making a public profession of faith and getting baptized. I got the privilege of letting my world know that Jesus saved me and is sanctifying me day by day! (I was so nervous to be in front of people!:)) On Easter Sunday I was baptized! Praise the LORD!

Ever since that day, twelve years ago, I have gotten to experience His grace, presence, redemption, and conviction. I have grown and grown. He has changed me and is re-making me; Making me holy. I am so much different now than even a few months ago! He changes us and leads us gently and firmly, so graciously and lovingly!! Thank You, LORD!! You are so gracious!! Amen! Amen.

This is *my* adoption story.

I am praying over you, dear reader that you have an adoption story from Jesus. That you are His in this way and that you and I are brothers and sisters in Christ. Amen.

-b

*This is the first post in a series about adoption! Eek! I am so excited!! Lord-willing I will be sharing lots more about adoption every Friday through the month of November as well as sharing on The Arise Blog Facebook page and @thisjoyfulmess on Instagram! I hope you will join me in celebrating this gift from the Lord and this beautiful picture of what He has done for His children! I pray this blesses you, friends! xoxo, b
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