I promised you Β last week that I would begin to share my story. I believe that we can see God so clearly when we look at what he's done in our own lives and in the lives of the people around us. I hope that by hearing my story, you'll open your eyes even more to the miracles that God's writing around you and in your life. I also hope that you'll begin sharing your story too. Β
Part 1.
Boulder:
I never really wanted to be a Christian. It was nice for other people, the way that going to the gym or joining a book club is nice, but that was it. I just wasnβt interested.
I believed in Jesus, I guess, but I believed in him the way I believed in Santa Claus. He was a nice idea but I didnβt expect him to do much. I didnβt think Christianity was badβ¦ I just didnβt particularly see a need for it. Not in my life anyway.
And then a need showed up.
After two years of party-filled, college βperfectionβ, I got my heart broken. Really, really, really broken.
Those first few weeks were a disaster. It was a messy cocktail of alcohol and tears, hoping that the one would wipe away the other. I found out the hard way that it doesnβt quite work that way.
There were nights in those weeks when I was put to bed by girls I barely knew, crying too hard to get my shoes off by myself.
I needed help⦠I needed something, but I had no idea what.
I was lying on my bed one night, curled up in a ball, when I decided to pray for the very first time.
It was a messy prayer, desperate and tear stained.
βGodβ¦ I need help. I seriously have no idea what Iβm doing, I think itβs about time you took over.β
God didnβt talk back, at least not that I heard, and my pain didnβt disappear instantly. But I did find something that helped.
It was a few days later that I found the book Eat, Pray, Love.
Reading Liz Gilbertβs words felt like having coffee with my best friend. She got me. She put words to my heartache that I couldnβt find amidst the rubble. She put a body around my desperate desire for something bigger than myself, for a journey to go find that missing piece.
I fell in love with her story, captivated by the idea of pulling yourself away to a beautiful place to heal and to grow. I wanted that! I needed that!
I needed something⦠that was for sure. And for the first time, I thought that thing might be God.
I wanted an βEat, Pray, Love experienceβ of my own and six months later, thatβs exactly what I got.
Sevilla:
With the book tucked safely in my bag, I headed to Sevilla, Spain with my two best friends for a semester abroad.
It was an adventure of the best kind, right away.
We spent our first night in a bar, packed with locals yelling in their lispy, gorgeous Spanish, drinking the local brew and eating olives by the handful.
I spent the next several months wandering the cobblestone streets, breathing in the sweet smell of the orange trees that dotted the winding roads. We ate delicious food and drank the best red wine, and slowly I began to heal.
It felt to me as if the beauty that surrounded me was sinking into me, healing my wounds with sweet smells and stunning sights.
But the best healing yet came from my two best friends.
Michelle has been my best friend since I was eight years old and Kelsey became my best friend in those perfect Spanish months. The three of us made the perfect little group, traveling and laughing together and coming up with the most ridiculous inside jokes.
But the best moments came when things got quiet β in the moments between our adventures or early in the morning.
Kelsey and Michelle were both Christians and having recently acquired an appetite for God, I had a lot of questions.
I asked them everything I could think of β picking their brain on everything from salvation to sex. I hammered at their knowledge of the Bible and begged for details of their lives and the role that God played in them.
I loved them, absolutely, theyβre my core people, my best friends. Theyβre the center of the party and the best partners in crime. They both have the kind of laughs that could get even the most uptight person to snort β itβs one of my favorite parts about them.
But I still wasnβt sold on Jesus. I just couldnβt get past the lives that Iβd seen other Christians lead. It was too boring for me, too rule-filled, too sterile. I just wasnβt convinced.
Rome:
In March we had our spring break and we could think of no better place to spend it than Italy. We spent 10 days wandering from Rome, to Florence, to Venice and then back to Rome β sight seeing, while allowing for an abundance of leisurely pizza breaks.
One night, we decided to join in a pub-crawl. We drank our way through the streets of Rome, sampling the best beer, wine, and limoncello the city had to offer. We even got free t-shirts out of the deal β something we were extremely proud of.
But being the responsible and cultured women we are, we werenβt going to let a night of partying interfere with our sightseeing.
The next morning we donned our matching t-shirts and headed straight to Vatican City. (Going to the Vatican hung over, wearing a pub-crawl shirt? Classy.)
Iβd been to the Vatican before, appreciating the art and the history and the holiness of the place, but it was nothing compared to what I was about to experience.
Accompanied by our tour guide and surrounded by a million other tourists, we trooped into the Sistine Chapel and looked up. We admired the ceiling and the details of the fresco and then I wandered off a bit, my eyes locking with a set of eyes in the painting on the wall.
And thatβs when I met Jesus.
Stopped completely in my tracks I stared at Michelangeloβs gigantic fresco, transfixed. My heart started beating out of control and I felt like I wanted to run. Not away from the painting, but toward it. I was looking into Jesusβ eyes, feeling like I was seeing my best friend for the first time in years.
He was so familiar to me in that moment. He was somebody that I wanted to know so badly. I wanted him to know me too, to like me, maybe even to love me.
All thoughts of religion were completely gone, along with all of the negative Christian stereotypes Iβd stacked up over the years. It felt like time stopped. And with my heart beating wildly I said the only thing that seemed to make sense.
βAlright Jesus, Iβm in. Lets do this Christianity thing.β
Part 2 coming soon…Β
What a beautiful story Steph! thank you for sharing it with us!
Thank you Felicia!!
Stephanie, Thank you for sharing! I discovered this blog a few months ago through a friend of mine when you wrote on a topic that articulated something deep inside me that I didn’t quite have words for yet. I was hooked in reading after that, you are so gifted in your writing! I’m also a lover of writing and your blog has inspired me time and time again to pick it back up. To continue blogging and that maybe just maybe it will touch one person the way that your blogs have touched me. Thanks for sharing your story… it’s encouraging to see someone be real and vulnerable in their writing!
What a beautiful comment! Thank you so much, I can’t tell you how much this means to me!! π I hope that you DO write! I’d love to read your writing as well! Will you send me a link? stephanielouisemay@gmail.com
Your very welcome:)
Oh and the link is: http://www.compassionateodessey.com
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http://www.CompassionateOdyssey.com
Wow, what an amazing story! I just read a scripture today about how Jesus reveals Himself to us no matter where we are or what situation we’re in, and then I discovered your blog–how fitting! Your story is a true example that Jesus will follow us wherever we are in order to reach us.
By the way, all the pictures are beautiful!
This is so great! Thank you so much!
I might have teared up at this. Don’t judge me. π You have a beautiful story.
This made my day. π
I can’t tell you how much I love this story, Steph! What I love the most is how our fabulously creative Creator will custom-design an encounter for each one of us, to meet us in the perfect place! Can’t wait until next week!
Hugs to you, sweet thing π
Thank you Susan!! You’re absolutely right! I love thinking of God as a custom designer! π
Wow! I didn’t know this part about the Sistine Chapel. Could it get more spectacular than that? That story will last a lifetime.
Thank you Seth! π
Wow! thanks so much for sharing, stephanie! looking forward to part 2! “All that the Father giveth to me shall come to me, and him that cometh unto me, i will in no wise cast out” ( John 6:37)! God bless! keep sharing!
Thank you so much for reading George!
so amazing…thanks for sharing!
Thanks Dan!
Stephanie! Thank you so much for sharing! I got so excited reading this because I’m studying abroad in Madrid right now, and I just visited Sevilla two weeks ago! It’s encouraging hearing how you were able to learn so much on your study abroad trip, because I’m really praying God works through me while I’m here with some friends from my university. Can’t wait to hear the rest of your story!
I’m so glad! So much can happen when you give God a tiny little window into your busy life. Soak in his beauty and tell Spain hello for me! π
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I love that I know your voice because hearing you tell this story makes it all the better!
You’re the best Katie!
This is beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing. It’s amazing what experiences and people God places in our lives to bring us to Him, isn’t it? I smiled when you said your two best friends names are Michelle and Kelsey, because I’m Michelle and my best friend’s name is Kelsey. She has definitely played a huge role in my life as well. Can’t wait to hear more from you. =)
I love this! Thank you so much for reading Michelle! Tell Kelsey hi for me. π