What are you waiting for?

Thirteen years ago I heard a sermon at church camp titled “What are you waiting for?”

I’d grown up going to church, saying my nightly prayers with my parents, professing to people that I was a Christian although my life never reflected it. As I grew up and was able to make my own decisions regarding my faith, I stopped attending any type of church.

Until 2012, when I walked through the doors of my now church. It was an Easter Sunday service. I remember leaving and thinking to myself “I’m never going back there.” For what reason? Who knows. Maybe it was my own pride, I didn’t need God, I hadn’t needed Him for years, why would I need Him now?

A Sunday morning that followed, my instincts (which I now know was God leading me) were telling me to go back, give it one more try. So I did. Over those months I soaked everything in, the God I knew growing up seemed so different to the God that was being preached to me as an adult. I understood more, l learnt more. I knew that I needed God to forgive me of my sins and save me, but I put it off. Growing up and attending the churches I did, I was never taught about salvation. I just thought that labelling yourself a Christian and going to church was enough.

I attended a Tuesday evening prayer meeting being held at an annual kids camp my church does every year. I heard a sermon which changed everything. It felt like the preacher was talking directly to me. God was searching for me, the lost sheep and He found me.

Later that night as I lay in bed with “What are you waiting for?” replaying in my head, I said to myself “what am I waiting for?!” That night I asked God to save me. I invited Him into my heart and I was born again.

This week I go to the same Tuesday evening prayer meeting at camp, 13 years later. God has been so faithful and good over the years. Giving my life to Him has been the best thing I ever did.

Olivia x