by Susie M. Arviso

Created on: August 22, 2010   Last Updated: October 17, 2011

Meeting the Creator was my desire from as far back as five years old. My family never mentioned or discussed God, nor did we pray, read the Bible, or go to any church. I was being raised in a home full of abuses, a home that was as godless as can be.

Yet I innately knew at five years old that there was a Creator. I thought of Him as "the guy who made everything." 

I didn't know it then, but it states in Romans (1:18-22)  that God put the knowledge of Himself within us, so that we are "without excuse" for not acknowledging Him. I can confirm this, because I knew instinctively there was a God without having any input..

I intended to find out how to meet Him and I never once thought that God could not be met or known. My problem was finding the way to meet Him.

This desire became a quest when I was a teenager. I asked anyone I met if they knew how to meet the Creator. People would answer me by suggesting I go to church, read the Bible or tell me about their religious doctrines. Some just flat out told me they weren't sure.

What I thought was a simple question was turning out to be complicated.

In the meantime, I was barely holding it together with all the abuses I had suffered. I was a mess. I couldn't concentrate in school. I suffered from depression. I'd stopped wanting to live since the age of twelve. This is why my desire to meet God turned into an urgent quest.

It was as if I was bleeding to death and in need of rescue. I needed a reason to live.

One Monday in High School, a friend of mine came to class completely changed and different. Even her countenance was different and aglow. At break time I asked her what had happened to her.

She told me she had "met Jesus last night."

"Who's Jesus?" I asked her.

As she described Him, my heart pounded excitedly in my chest. I innately knew that I had just discovered the way to meet the Creator.  Not needing to hear anymore, I interrupted her to ask how and when I could meet Him.

She invited me to the church youth group meeting and I invited Him to come into my life that night.

Upon inviting Him, however, I didn't notice anything different at first. Nothing remarkable had  happened. The people at church were telling me I was "saved", but I hadn't wanted to "get saved", I didn't even know what that meant. I wanted to meet Jesus, personally and literally.

Not only that but I needed to meet Him. I needed His help. I was drowning in depression and sadness. I had anxiety issues, fears, nervous ticks,

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