My name is Jamie Chiles. My story began with me growing up in First United Methodist Church. My family and I would go to church on Sundays, so I essentially I grew up going to church. In sixth grade, I took a confirmation class where I learned about Jesus Christ and what discipleship meant. At the conclusion of the class, I prayed the salvation prayer and asked Jesus to live in my heart. I continued in my life as I pursued high school soccer. The assistant high school soccer coach invited me to visit her church. At this time, my family was going through some financial trouble. God used the church service to grab a hold of my heart. After I visited Morrison Heights Baptist Church, I wanted to go back more and more. Eventually, through many months of attending the church services, I came to realize that there was something missing in my life. I realized that I didn’t fully understand Jesus and what He did when I said the prayer in sixth grade. I learned that I was sinful, and I could be saved by believing in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. I became a Christian and was baptized at the age of fourteen. I have been growing in my walk of faith with the Lord ever since. I have learned that Jesus made a way for us to have a relationship with God the Father. I have learned that Christianity is not about being a religion, rather Christianity is about a relationship with our Creator. I am growing to learn more about God, and I am seeking to be more like His Character.
Triumph through Tragedy
Over the past four years, God has used tragedy to grow my faith. When I was a senior in high school, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. She was given about a year to live. The news of my mom’s diagnosis was hard to hear, and the following months consisted of surgery after surgery to remove the cancer from her body or to fix the effects the cancer had on her body. As my mom became weaker and weaker, her faith grew. She held to the fact that God was faithful and He had the power to bring good out of her suffering. A year after my mother’s diagnosis, her scans showed that she was completely healed! The cancer had disappeared from her body! Praise be to the Lord! He is the only One who could have brought such a miraculous healing. Unfortunately, the cancer returned in my mother’s body about a year later. My mother continued in her walk with the Lord. She trusted that God was still good in the midst of her struggle and weakness. My mother died from cancer on September 19th, 2015. I have wrestled with why God allowed the cancer to come back, but I choose to see that He gave me one more year. I hold that God used the story of her miraculous healing to draw others to Himself. I was twenty years old when my mother died. I have sought to seek the Lord in the midst of the loss of my mother. There have been hard times that I have faced in the grieving process. I am currently still grieving and learning what it looks like to process through the loss of someone who has impacted so much of my life. One thing I have learned is that God is constant. His very nature is stable. When my feelings and thoughts seem to not make sense, my God is big enough to handle them all. He is my stability. At times when I cannot understand, my God is sovereign. He sees me and knows my thoughts and questions. Even if it doesn’t make sense to me, I can rest and hope in the fact that my God sees me. He remembers me.
Why I Started This Blog
I believe God has the ability to use the stories of ordinary people to bring others to Himself. My hope is that God will use this blog to draw people to Himself, and my prayer is that the posts and comments within this blog will encourage and challenge believers in their walk of faith. I wanted to have a blog where I could share honest reflections about moments of my life whether they are positive or negative reflections. I want this blog to be a place where people can come and say, “Hey, I understand that.” The goal of this blog is to take life’s situations and interpret them through a Biblical lens while maintaining authentic human emotion.