When I Look At My Life
[eltdf_dropcaps type=”normal” color=”” background_color=””]W[/eltdf_dropcaps]hen I look at my life, I see a full testament of how God orchestrates every single thing I’ve gone through for a grander purpose.
I grew up in the small city of Mzuzu, Malawi. I was raised by very religious grandparents who were very active members of the church. I recall never missing Sunday school, so from a young age I had an awareness of who God is, as well as an understanding of right from wrong. But I wouldn’t say I was saved. When I was 9 years old, I moved to Blantyre to live with my mother and step father due to family reasons. A year later I went to boarding school, where I spent the next four years of my life. After high school, like my fellow peers were, I was making plans for my life and university. None of which seemed to be going according to plan. I remember my mother telling me to pray over all my plans, which I did, but not whole heartedly.
Nothing seemed to be working out, and I ended up going to the last university I ever thought I would attend. Whilst at this university, I was introduced to a course called “Introduction to Philosophy and Critical Thinking”. It was in this class where my young mind was opened up to all the questions the world of philosophy presents. [eltdf_blockquote text=”“Is there really a God?”, “Who is God?”, “What does He look like?”, and “Are there multiple ways to get to Him?” These were all questions ringing through my head, and the timing seemed perfect with the season of life I was in.” title_tag=”h2″ width=””]
Coming from a gap year where nothing worked out for me, even after praying to God, I had questions and was relentlessly looking for answers. I found a Quran in my house and began to search for answers to all my questions. I also read other material online about the different religions: Buddhism, Hinduism and Atheism. These were all options I considered, but they never really seemed like something that would satisfy the deep craving my heart had.
One Friday, I was on campus chatting with a group of friends who were professing Christians. They were a breed of believers that I hadn’t seen before. They were conservative, but not judgmental. My “cool” tomboy self was able to resonate with them, for we had a lot in common. Somehow we got into a discussion about religion and Jesus Christ. I probably asked them a lot of questions which I don’t remember now, but I remember hearing the Gospel for the first time that day and seeing Jesus as He truly is. I felt like the deep longing in my heart had been quenched, and it’s a feeling I’ll never forget in my life. That evening, I went home, locked my door, got on my knees and repented. By His sovereign grace, I was saved from my sin and the path to destruction. Since then, I’ve seen God’s faithfulness, especially in believing and being convinced that Christ is the only way to salvation.
Soli Deo Gloria.