At the End of the Day

I have grown up in a Christian home my whole life, and have been blessed by the amazing Christian people who surround me. Since I was seven years old I've been a Christian; however not until I was twelve years old did I take a hold of Grace and make it mine. Between seven and twelve I called myself Saved, but I did not engage in what that meant. One day while riding in the car with my mom and she turned and said to me, "Rachel, at the end of the day it comes down between you and your Heavenly Father and how you've chosen to live your life." That hit me, it knocked the wind out of me, and from there I could do nothing more but examine my sorry self. To look at my heart and realize that the state in which I was currently living was not bringing Glory to God and THAT needed to change. This change meant giving my life, the whole me to Him, and being okay with it. I realized He was the only way, the only One adequate enough to save me. The way my pain could be ridden, my anger and suffering taken away. When God revealed this to me I was lifted out of my rut I so pathetically wallowed in, was dusted off and set up right once more. I am not perfect nor will I ever be, but "I press on to take hold of that which Christ Jesus took hold of me."