Chasing Jesus
I didn’t want to go. My sister and a couple of friends put on a conference every year, and I had gone in years past, but I didn’t feel like going this year. I was struggling with some things at home, and the people that usually went that I really liked couldn’t come this year. At home, it had been a struggle just to put a smile on my face. It had been hard to love my family like Jesus had been asking me to. It had been almost impossible to worship Him at all, and it was hard to be supporting my family because of the baggage I was carrying emotionally with all the conflicts I was having. As I prayed about going, I felt Jesus tell me, “Go and see what I’m going to do. Go because you need fellowship with other believers this weekend. Go because I’m asking you to.” Little did I know that what Jesus told me wasn’t all He had wanted to tell me. He just told me enough to get me to go there - because I wouldn’t believe Him if He told me anything else. Little did I know what would happen. On th...