Eliza Roop


While many people have crazy and exciting testimonies, mine is much simpler, but still beautiful. The first time I remember hearing the Lord’s voice was on a Sunday afternoon when I was 8 years old. My whole family was gathered around the piano singing hymns of worship. As I thought about the words I was singing, I felt something stirring inside my heart that drew me to tears. I was only eight years old, but I went to my dad right afterwards and told him I wanted to be baptized. I didn’t understand much about theology or doctrine at the time, but I am certain that I understood the basics: That Jesus loves me and He gave His life for me, so I must give my life to Him.

I have been through ups and downs in my faith since that day. My teen years were a little rough, and many times I had to be reminded of the Lord’s love for me. I went through a season of serious doubt when I was 15, and I questioned what made Christianity any different from other religions. But I have learned that when the doubts arise, I simply have to flee to the Lord in prayer, and He will comfort me, and all my feelings of doubt and despair are replaced with a firm, unmistakeable peace.

Praise the Lord for His everlasting love and patience with me, and with all of us! May you be blessed and refreshed in your faith as you read this blog.