Maybe the decision to follow Jesus isn’t made in the first few months of salvation, when everything is excitement and wonder, when you see your world with completely new eyes, when every other day you feel another touch from God encouraging you to keep healing, keep transforming.
Maybe the decision to follow Jesus is made in the years and decades after. Maybe it’s made in the midst of turmoil, hopelessness, and lack of faith, when you feel spiritually dry and every day you thirst for God’s presence. Maybe it’s made as God finally works His way in to the deepest wounds that you hide in your very core, as He patiently chips away at the scar tissue wrapped around your most dreaded memories, as He frees you one by one from the chains that have held you for years. Maybe it’s made in persecution and injustice, in the times when you stand alone and friendless.
Maybe the decision is made when faith has never been more difficult, and yet you choose to believe anyway.
