THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.

Wow, it's been almost a month since i've posted something! I have literally tried to write a new post like 3 different times but every time I started to type, my mind would go blank. And so would the computer screen because I would delete everything that I started to type. I don't know why I couldn't put anything together! BUT, tonight I read a new blog posted by a friend and I knew exactly what I needed to write about!  (You're my inspiration, Reece lol) I want to tell you all about THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE.
The best day of my life was June 15th, 2010. That is the day that I stopped rejecting the Lord. For years, He had lovingly told me to let Him come inside of my heart, to REALLY let Him in, and for years, I ignored Him. But the moment that I said yes to Jesus, He broke through all the chains of sin that had me bound and burst through the door of my heart. He had waited for that moment for years, the moment that I finally let Him come into my heart of hearts and change me from the inside out. I'll never forget that day.
I sat before a campfire, my sin filled heart pounding wildly in my chest. I had just heard a message at teen camp about hell, and feeling the heat on my face from the fire that was before me made the reality of it come to life. I had doubted my salvation for years, but I didn't want to admit that. Wasn't the prayer that I prayed when I was five years old good enough? What will people think of me if I admit that I don't think i'm really saved? These kinds of questions tugged at my heart over and over and over again. And over and over again I didn't do anything about it. I tried resting in the fact that I was a good person and I didn't really sin "that much."
But on this starry June night in 2010, in front of a blazing campfire, I admitted to myself for the first time that if I died in that very moment, I was going to go straight to hell. The moment that I admitted that was the moment that I realized how truly wicked and sinful that my heart really was, and how badly I needed Jesus to save me and rescue me. I realized that I needed Him and Him alone. It didn't matter how good of a Christian that I claimed to be and that I desired to do right and be a Godly girl. What mattered is that I couldn't be the person that I should be unless I had Jesus living inside of me.
After the campfire that night, I made my way down to the place at the church camp where my Pastor and his wife were staying. They were already getting ready for bed, but I walked into the room and said,  "I need to get saved!" They kneeled with me by the side of their bed and that is when I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. I admitted that I realized I was a sinner and asked for His forgiveness. I told Him that I believed in what He did for me on the cross and that I wanted Him to come into my heart and life. He came in my heart that day and He is still there and always will be.
I have had a lot of great days in my life, but no day will ever beat that one. Jesus cleansed me from my sin with His precious blood. He took my sin upon Himself and took the punishment that I deserve. It will forever blow my mind that He died for ME. I am nothing. I am nobody. Why, oh why, would He die for somebody like me? Because...He loved me.

Introduction :)

Sometimes, it’s been hard for me to understand why God has allowed certain trials and situations to happen in my life. The past year and a half or so has honestly been the most challenging time of my 18 (almost 19) years on this earth! I have faced things that I never thought I would have to face. In the midst of the storms, I found myself asking God many questions and I found myself wondering where He was in the mess of it all. Looking back on all of it now, I can see His loving hand of protection around my heart and my life, even when I couldn’t understand why He was allowing the hurt. I can now answer one of the most common and bothersome questions that my heart held onto so tightly, and that question was: Why. Why did the Lord allow my heart to break, my dreams to be crushed, and my own little world to be shaken? The answer is…because He loved me. He loved me too much to let my own dreams and plans get in the way of His. He loved me too much to let me go through the rest of the year, or the rest of my life, without knowing His true character, without experiencing Him for who He really was, not just what my mind made Him up to be. He loved me too much to not show me just how personal He was, how real He wanted to be in my everyday life. All the hurt, all the trials, everything I went through, was so He could reveal His love to me in a way that I never imagined.

When I first decided to start a blog, I was obviously trying to think of a name for it, and the name "Because He Loves Me" popped into my head right away. I didn’t think it was a very good name, so I tried to come up with other ones, but that one stuck. The more I got to thinking about it, the more I realized how fitting it was. My daily life involves situations here and there that test and stretch my faith. No matter how big or small the situation is, I’m realizing more and more that everything that happens to me, happens, because He loves me. He loves me too much to leave me the way I am and that’s why I face challenges that cause me to want to change and cause me to cling to Jesus more and more. Because He Loves Me will include things that are on my heart, and reading that one sentence right then probably made you want to click the X on the top right hand corner! They may bore you to tears, Lol, but I can guarantee that I will thoroughly enjoy sharing a piece of my heart and life on here! I want to glorify and magnify the Lord in all the things that I say on this, so…here I go! Follow me if you’d like.