For me, Saturday night was an awakening at Greek Conference. As cliche as it sounds, it was a slap in the face. As I sat listening to him talk about setting down our fears, and our pasts, and letting our arms be open to receive the love of Christ I realized my life was a lie. A complete sham to everyone I knew and loved. I was crying from the moment he said how scared the woman was, yet Jesus still choose to love her and speak to her even knowing every sin she ever committed. [John 4] This hit home for me. I was that woman at the well wearing her scarlet letter. I wanted to set my jug down and be free to hug the Lord. As the tears came faster down my face and the emotions swelled up I felt everything from fear of letting down those I had lied to, to anger for the devil entrapping me in the lovely spun webn of deceit and false pretenses. Then the greatest moment happened! I realized it did not matter what those around me would say or think, and for me this was huge. I was that girl and still struggle with my identity and being content in who I am and how I look, always wondering how I was being judged, then the music started to play. And for the first time I stood, not caring if anyone else was standing, I lifted my hands not caring if people watched me. I was on fire feeling so much confusion and clarity all in one instant that I just had to pray. I sought the answers to the questions running throught the jumbled mess of my mind and heart. One thing was clear, I did NOT know the Lord, and I actively desired to. I took all this raw emotion to my staffer as we stood in the corner, me crying her smiling and then we PRAYED! IT was an in your face real honest conversation with the Lord that moved me to even more tears, this time of the happy type. The next morning during the “what did you learn” portion of large group. I sat crossed legged, cross armed in my chair refusing to “put on a show” and tell everyone my news. I had only told my staffer and one other friend(not even from my school) and there was no way I was getting on that stage. I was not gonna fall prey to the act that it was before. I did not want this to be a public affair. So shaking and heart pounding I sat there as student after student got up and spoke, and the Lord was yelling at me. Yes, yelling to get my butt up on that stage and to take a leap of faith in this area of my life. A big task for someone who hates to be watched and is completely self concious. I made it to the stage. I had to choke back the tears, one point stopping just to take a breath so that I could even function to get the words out that “I WAS SAVED”! The Lord picked me, scarlet letter and all, and I would never have to hide in the corners of deception that the devil had trapped me in again. At that moment applause broke out and comfort rushed over me that 1. I was not alone as I had often struggled with. 2. I would never be alone again!
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The Greek IV story was shared by Kelly Daniels Author Website: http://www.greekiv.org Author Email: Contact Author Author Bio: Kelly Wrenn Daniels is on staff with Greek InterVarsity at the College of William and Mary. More Stories by Kelly Daniels |
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