Well we all have different journeys.
Pleased to meet another 'nobody'
I knew God was real by what I saw of creation by the age of four.
Mum was RC and Dad was salvation army. They were both excommunicated and there was only 5 at the wedding - the taxi driver was the witness.
At about 8 Jesus appeared to me and said that there was nothing in this life that I would do He wouldn't see.
At thirteen I knew my time had come to give over my life to His control and get born again... I still remember the prayer I prayed, lying face down on the gavel at a lonely spot on the edge of Lake Wanaka. "Lord I know I have always been yours, but there comes a time when I must say sorry for running my own life and give you control. I give you my all and ask you to come in and take over." At the moment I heard footsteps coming towards me on the gravel - when I looked up there was no one there - but I was never the same from that moment.
I got baptised at 16, my faith felt like a thin thread, I was a recluse.
Friends worried about me and thought I needed a lady friend - I went to a dance and found to my surprise that someone with intelligence would talk to me. In those days the sum total of my pre-marriage council was my dad saying 'are you sure you are doing the right thing.' We were engaged four years and married seven. Sadly there was a deep incompatibility, she couldn't share my faith. She looked for other partners and ended up living with one of my best friends. Meantime I became very lost and confused, so much that I was admitted to a mental ward and administered ECT. I remember being in a vegetable state at this time on powerful anti-psycotic drugs.
But - Folks prayed - I was released and knew inside that the way back was to return to my Christian roots. So I took off up country to find Him again.
On the wharf at Collingwood it was like He picked me up by the scruff of the neck, gave me a shake and said in no uncertain terms 'These are the rails, stay on them' So my prodigal return of seven years began, much healing prayer, much to learn.
I knew the Bible had to be central to my perception of reality. I read the Scripture prayerfully for over 5 years with no other input.
During this time the fresh breath of God hit the church in the 70's I witnessed many outstanding miracles and my faith grew.
In time I started praying for folks and they were healed.
You can read about this here...
Jesus's Ministry
I naturally gravitated towards those struggling as I had been so marvellously restored. I helped to run a 24 hour open house and drop in centre in the centre city. We would have 25 folks from all different churches breaking bread together while we witnessed spontaneous healings.
Jesus led me to get married and we have 5 children.
Am I enthusiastic about my faith - you bet...
I enjoy a restored life of blessing and walk with Him in excitement and joy.
I am a 'nobody' but enjoy the privilege of sharing in His purpose to see others set free by the power of His Spirit.
I am now 75 and have much yet to do with Him.
I love Jesus and I have waited 40 years to begin to share my story.