I, Jen Combs, was foolish, disobedient, led astray, a slave to various passions and pleasures, passing my days in malice and envy, hated by others and hating one another (Titus 3:3). Before Jesus, my life was nothing, meaningless, and directionless. Honestly, I do not even know when I officially gave my life to Christ, but I know that I am His now and that is all that matters, right? Here is a little glimpse into my journey with Jesus.
I started going to church when I was five years old with one of my aunts. I grew up attending Awana. I could memorize verses with the best of them. I went from kindergarten all the way through to fifth grade. Back then, I used to believe that it was a prayer that I prayed that would save me and get me to Heaven eventually. I remember going into a room in that little Baptist church and someone leading me in a very specific and rehearsed prayer. However, that was it for me; I prayed that prayer probably hundreds of times over the years just to make sure it worked then I left God at the building and picked Him back up next Sunday. It most definitely was not something that I lived out. However, I believe in these years God was pursuing me. They were seeds planted in my heart. I was always aware of Him and believed in Him, but He was not the Lord of my life that Romans 10:9 teaches. I tried to make deals with God, if I stop doing this, then I need you to make this happen for me. I was lost in moralism and compared myself to other people. I thought that as long as I am a good person and try not to do bad things, then I was good to go.
It was not until I was 17 years old standing alone in the Faith Church balcony, listening to Pastor Jim preach about Jesus, that I truly gave my life to Him. In that moment I felt the Holy Spirit speak to me like never before telling me, you need to figure out a way to serve Me more. You are going to do this with your life. I remember laughing and having a conversation with God that went something like this, “Lord I’m willing, but I don’t know how you’re going to pull this off. I am a 17-year-old girl, with no idea how to do this, I have no experience, my family is kinda crazy, and do you know the life I lead? I need a neon sign pointing me out of my mess.” He softly told me, “Don’t worry; I’ve got this.” Two months later, I met my future husband. Then I did some more laughing; I did not think there was any way his family would let him date me. God used Josh to rescue me, speak Godly truth into my life, and point me right out of my mess. For that, I am forever grateful. The end of that Titus verse is, “BUT when the goodness, loving-kindness of God our savior appeared, He saved me, not because of works done by me.” I believe that day in the balcony Jesus saved me and commissioned me into ministry. Not because of anything I did, but because of His goodness and loving-kindness.
Wife of Lead Pastor Josh Combs