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Do you remember growing up wondering who God was? I recall seeing pictures as a kid and thinking that he was real, but I was still confused. I couldn’t touch him or see him in person and then, people would say, “He is the three in one.” That really put me over the edge of understanding and believing. As a kid I can honestly say I believed in God or maybe it was the word God or possibly I believed it only in my mind. I knew he was important but I didn’t have that whole hearted 110% belief.

It wasn’t until after I was married that I started to become curious about God. I had a young friend who died from cancer. I can remember visiting with a close friend about why God could let this happen. I believed in God, that there was someone who had that name, but was not sure of his power.

My friend began to tell me about her faith and how she had been at a low place in her life when someone talked to her about asking Jesus into her heart. She was willing to try anything. She excitedly went on to explain that since she asked Jesus into her heart her life had changed so much! I was excited to find out more. But I was surprised she was openly talking to me about God and that she was not worried what I would think.

That day I decided I wanted what she had.

I set up a time to meet with her friend and she prayed a simple prayer. Then, I asked Jesus into my heart so that I could be saved. I will never forget that feeling! It was as if my heart was over flowing with warmth. She said that was the Holy Spirit coming into my heart. I knew I had done the right thing and wanted to learn more about God. I still was not confident to talk to people I didn’t know about Him, you would never catch me quoting scripture and I still struggled believing he could really change my life that much. I started reading devotions, learned about prayer and I attended bible studies. But after my experience, I knew there was something important I needed to know about God.

Let me fast forward to August 23, 2013, the night of my son Tyler’s accident. I truly believe it was that night that changed my belief! I cannot tell you if it was God, Tyler or the Holy Spirit talking to me, but I know someone spoke to me that made me rise from the ground, stand in the middle of the road and listen.

My message was this, ”That everything was going to be alright and that we would get through this.” 

That night God became REAL. The voice that I heard was in the form of a breeze lightly blowing and the warmth of the full moon on my face as I closed my eyes. It was at that exact moment that my faith became the REAL kind and not the kind that you only think about in your head. It was the kind that I was compelled to share with EVERYONE. 

I am not afraid of what people think anymore. I enjoy learning scripture and I find peace in it during hard times in my life. I hope that others will be curious like I was about God and want to ask Jesus into their heart so that they will be saved to go to heaven (Romans 10:9). I hope sharing my story will let others know that no matter how bad life gets, our God is REAL! 

Missy Hillmer

Missy Hillmer is a writer, photographer, wife, mother, creative lady whose mind is constantly on the go. She loves coffee, dark chocolate especially with nuts, music soothes her soul and being outside in the sun recharges her body. She has an angel in Heaven. Her faith is what gets her through each day. Since her son Tyler’s accident she is passionate about telling her story with the hope that it will help or inspire at least one person who has lost a child.

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