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Up until about a year ago, I was a self-proclaimed Christian who didn’t love God.

I believed in God.
I went to church.
I read devotionals.
I enjoyed popular Bible verses.
I tried to pray every day.
And overall, I was a pretty good person.

But my motivation for going to church and doing all “the things” wasn’t out of pure love for my Savior, it was out of love for myself. 

I was in it for me. I wanted to go to Heaven, and I wanted my family to get there too, so I did what I thought needed to be done to get there. But in the eyes of God, I was the farthest thing from a true Christian. 

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Thankfully, God woke me from my slumber and has since revealed Himself to me through His Word. The more I pursue Him, the more I learn about Him, the more I love Him each and every day. 

God has completely transformed my heart and my entire outlook on life.

I realize now that I am here to love Him and serve Him. I am here to point my children to Him. I am here to point my friends and family to Him. I am here to point total strangers to Him because that is what the Christian life is all about . . . 

Loving God and loving others so much you want them to truly know and love God too.

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“He said to him, ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind. This is the greatest and most important command. The second is like it: Love your neighbor as yourself”” (Matthew‬ ‭22:37-39).

Originally published on the author’s Facebook page

Lindsay Meier

I am a farm wife, boy mom, and public preschool teacher in central Nebraska. I enjoy quiet walks with Jesus, date nights in the tractor with my husband, and playing in the dirt with my two sons.   

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