I grew up going to church and accepted Jesus at a young age, but bitterness in my heart and confusion about who Jesus really was kept me from growing in understanding of the gospel. As a freshman at Gettysburg college, I began to see Jesus more clearly as people shared vulnerably about the difficult times in their lives and ways God had met them in their struggles. Previously, I had been prideful and believed I was a victim of God's punishment.
Through DiscipleMakers staff and older students at Gettysburg, I began to see my own sin and that it was I who was rejecting God, not the other way around. I began to understand that I was not an outcast, but rather a beloved daughter, able to draw near to the throne of grace through the work of Jesus Christ on the cross and cry "Abba! Father!"