I have been thinking about the day I gave my life to Christ. I was driving to the grocery store in my car and tears were flowing. I was overwhelmed by life, I was depressed and I didn’t have much hope of anything changing.It was on that day that I knew I only had one choice, and that was to look up and ask God for help. I needed Him to step in and intervene in my life.

To take control because I was at the end of myself. I always find it amazing that we know instinctively to look up, when our lives are spinning out of control.I knew it was time to call out to Jesus, that He was the only thing that was going to help me…..and He did. He was there waiting for me to finally say I had enough.It brings to tears to my eyes to think about how He must have been waiting there so patiently my whole life. Never moving away from me, but always standing close by knowing that one day I would be ready to call out to Him.

What a patient, beautiful, loving Savior.Some of my favorite scriptures are verses that speak of Jesus as our Shepard. When I first found Him, I read the parable of the lost sheep repeatedly. This one verse in particular…Luke 15:5-7:

And when he finds it, he joyfully puts it on his shoulders and goes home. Then he calls his friends and neighbors together and says, ‘Rejoice with me; I have found my lost sheep.’ I tell you that in the same way there will be more rejoicing in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who do not need to repent.

I just picture that moment of surrender and Jesus picking me up in His arms and He REJOICED.He REJOICED that I was finally His.

He was full of JOY over me.

And He brought me HOME.

I stand in awe of His love.

I was so very lost, and now I am FOUND.I will never forget that beautiful day that my Good Shepard found His lost sheep.