My 30 Year Journey with God
I have been debating for a while about restarting this blog, so here goes.... Over the last few weeks I have been pondering the impact that years ending in 1 have had on my life. I went to my first teen camp in the summer of 1991. I don't remember much of camp except that I seemed to spend a lot of time in the nurses cabin feeling sick. I thought at the time I was homesick, but it was probably my first experience of a panic attack. Anyway, the other memorable event that happened was that I finally decided to follow Christ. I grew up in church and loved God for as long as I could remember, but whenever an alter call would be given I would feel the Holy Spirit's nudge to go but would say to myself, "I'll do that later." However, one night at camp the barrier of my rebellion came down and I chose to accept Christ and seek after him. The following ten years would be a journey of doing my best to follow God. I was involved in church, taught Bible clubs in the su...
