Saved.

By Abigail Bayquen, December 12, 2020

I first gave my life to Christ on December 13, 2009. Or so I thought.

When I thought about it, I felt like God was telling me that that was not when I “got Saved”. What then came to mind when I was in high school. Senior year. I prayed to Him on a rainy day, a prayer my grandmother taught me:

Jesus, come into my life, bless me, help me heal me.

I prayed that prayer in desperation the day was in my car in the school parking lot. Overwhelmed by anxiety and depression. The rain drops on my driver side window were like a cage entrapping me.

Next thing I know, a campus monitor knocks on my window. “What are you doing here?… I am taking you straight to the Vice-Principal.” He was stern and upset. He thought I was ditching class. It was a blur as I was not able to answer or recollect myself.

As we were walking, I thought, “Great! Just what I needed.” I felt tears starting to well inside me starting to come as I got out of the car and he grabbed my arm to escort me to the Vice-Principals office. Heart now pounding.

We walk brisk. Like an escaped prisoner being taken to the warden.

Mid-route, another campus monitor sweeps in. She takes the other side of my arm. She questions, “Where are you taking her?”

He answers. “I’m taking her to Mr. ********”

“They need her; they’re looking for her.” She reassures him, and pulls me, “I got her… I got her.”

I did not know where she was taking me until we got inside my counselor’s office. She was there along with the school psychologist. “We were looking for you!”

I collapse on the chair somewhat and burst into tears.

I cry about how I thought I was in trouble. I can barely remember what I was babbling about, but I remember through my teary eyes I could have swore I saw my counselor’s eyes tearing a little as well as she was watching me meltdown.

Hope this makes sense. Hope you can feel my heart terrorized by thinking I was being taken to be reprimanded by being taken to the Vice-Principal for apparently ditching class, then the relief that came from being taken away to my counselor’s office instead.

Just as well, in life, we can feel like we are on the path to “the Judge,” But if we called upon Him at some point (I didn’t even say Jesus at the time because I was too intimidated by His name in the beginning- but He knows whom you’re calling) maybe our paths will be brought to the “Counselors office” midway instead. Where this is refuge, wisdom, mercy, and covering.

Saved.

I never really saw a parallel until I was typing this. None the less I leave you with this scripture:

Isaiah 9:6

For a child will be born to us, a son will be given to us;
And the government will rest on His shoulders;
And His name will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Eternal Father, Prince of Peace.