After graduation from high school, I married my high school sweetheart. he entered the military and we moved away. After moving, we just didn't become active in a church. I hadn't stopped believing in God, I just didn't make room for Him.
When my daughter was born, we had her baptized during a trip home to tthe church where I grew up. It was expected of me, and I didn't disagree that she should be baptized. But when we returned home, I continued not to go to church.
Several months later, during my second pregnancy, I found out that my baby had a birth defect called cleft lip and palate. At first, I thought that God had failed me. Why would He let something go wrong in my pregnancy? Slowly, I came to realize that this was God's wake-up call. "Ceci," He said in a small, quiet voice, "when will you let Me in? Together, I can help you survive this and become stronger for it."
Well, shortly thereafter, a friend of ours invited us to church with them. We went and immediately I realized how far away I had pushed God. Even though the minister did not know me or about my baby's problems, he spoke of God's plan that David wrote of in Psalm 139.
If you have never accepted Jesus into your life, it is not too late. If you have walked away, as I did, it is not too soon to ask Him back into your life.