Before I knew God, I’d pray and nothing would happen. I always believed a God existed, but I didn’t really know Him. I didn’t know myself either. I didn’t have the maturity or the awareness to zoom out and see the bigger picture.

Before I knew God, life just kept happening to me. I wasn’t in control. No one was. It was chaos, and I thought I was supposed to know what to do. I was supposed to steer the ship. Maybe I just wasn’t any good at this.

Before I knew God, I had to do it all alone. No one was coming to save me. Before I knew God, that’s what I believed. I was alone, I had to do it on my own, life was chaos that would continue to happen to me, and no one was coming to save me. What was really happening was that I had already been saved more times than I could count. The challenges had been sent my way to prepare me. I wasn’t in control, but someone else was. And I wasn’t ever alone. It’s funny how perspective can change the whole picture you see with just a little shift.

So, how does one get to know God?