Wanted

I believe it’s a divine appointment that you are here. You have been prayed for. A holy anticipation wells up in my soul because of the TRUTH that you are WANTED passionately by Jesus Christ! With deep gratitude I say thank you for being here. I am humbled. I am grateful. My prayer is that these truths will take you from not just being a Child of God but into a radiant Bride of Christ. One who is passionately in love with Jesus. It was years ago that I realized my identity is not found in me, what I “do” in this life, or even what I am for Him, but is found in Him, and Him alone. I knew what it meant to be a Christian. I knew what it was supposed to “look” like anyway. To be drug to church every time the doors were opened. The desire my parents had to pursue Him was never there for me personally. Don’t get me wrong, I was trying so hard to do all the right things. Living in Katy, Texas, a faithful church goer, singing in the choir, and still longing for something that was missing. I found myself deeper into sin and condemnation, never measuring up, and surely never feeling like I was a Christian. All these things paralyzed me with guilt and shame. Coming out of one broken marriage and walking into another that is barely hanging on by a thread, I asked myself these questions. “This cannot be what life is like?” “How do people live with such passion and love for Christ?” I didn’t understand it, but I knew I was willing to at least try and figure it out. I mean, what do I have to lose at this point. I was 28 years old, divorced, and again re-married with two kids. It was about midnight that night. It was summertime August of 2003 that all those questions were stirring in my heart to the point I fell on my knees in my living room floor yelling at God. “What makes people live for You, give up everything to go to a foreign country and be completely sold out for you? What is the driving force, the passion behind it?” “What makes people die for You?” Alone, trembling, and weeping on my face in my living room. The house was so quiet. My family was sleeping. I heard Him. I heard Him for the first time in my life. “Get to know me, Angela.” I could hardly move. But Bible in hand, I opened it up and it fell to John 4. I looked down and read these beautiful words. “If thou knewest the gift of God, and who it is that saith to thee, Give me drink; thou wouldest have asked of Him, and he would have given thee living water.” John 4:10 “If you knew me Angela... If you knew!” That summer night in Katy Texas, I heard Him, I saw Him. I called on the name of Jesus and was born again, and I have never gotten over Him. Confession became natural in His presence. I gave it to Him, and He gave me Himself. The Living Water. What kind of trade is that!?? I weep even now typing. Just a few months later in December 2003, my husband Micheal was born again. This adventure we have been on has been nothing short of miracle after miracle, and glory to glory! Has it been easy? No. There have been a lot of trials and struggles along the way. Moments that I have wanted to throw in the towel. But Jesus and all His sovereignty and forgiveness has been with me every step. Every moment. Through every trial. In every pain. He has never left me, and it was in those moments that I got to know Him even more. What a Savior. My deep desire is that you would know Him intimately. Friend, He loves you. He wants you, and He is worth your all!