Amazed By the Journey
When I look over the last few months I am inspired. When I look over the last 15 years I am amazed...AWE inspired. I feel as though I have been given a gift, a great gift of God's mercy to bring me to Him. I have listened and I continue to listen....I only just realized it was God I was listening to...and perhaps Christ.
I was brought to His door many years ago and I didn't know how to open it. I ran away and found only pain. I sought Him again, but remained confused, alone and unheard.
God showed me who to listen to. First, He gave me a face--a face I wouldn't forget. This face remained in my mind and I thought of him and Him often. I continued my search, knowing I was getting closer, walking on a path without full knowledge of where it would lead.
This face appeared often and in different circumstances. I chose to make contact and see what might happen. I was confidently told that if I listen to God, I will end up where God wants me to be.
That is what is important in the end...to be where God wants ME to be.
I bought a Bible. My first Bible. I felt lost in it...still confused. I felt more fear, more pain, yet I continued to be drawn near. Against what I had claimed to believe--yet it called me and I followed.
My contact--the face--showed again. I listened and when he spoke to me I knew without a doubt it was God speaking to me. SPEAKING TO ME. Welcoming me to His home. I felt I was home. The path had brought me to THIS home.
I prayed. I cried. I confessed. I promissed to change and do better.
Is that it? Isn't there something more? Surely that can't be it.
That wasn't the end. It was the beginning. I was brought to speak my own truth--Never before have been able to speak those words, though I have wanted to and been given many opportunities.
This must be what they mean when they say "I am free in Christ."
When I look over the last few months I am inspired. When I look over the last 15 years I am amazed...AWE inspired. I feel as though I have been given a gift, a great gift of God's mercy to bring me to Him. I have listened and I continue to listen....I only just realized it was God I was listening to...and perhaps Christ.
I was brought to His door many years ago and I didn't know how to open it. I ran away and found only pain. I sought Him again, but remained confused, alone and unheard.
God showed me who to listen to. First, He gave me a face--a face I wouldn't forget. This face remained in my mind and I thought of him and Him often. I continued my search, knowing I was getting closer, walking on a path without full knowledge of where it would lead.
This face appeared often and in different circumstances. I chose to make contact and see what might happen. I was confidently told that if I listen to God, I will end up where God wants me to be.
That is what is important in the end...to be where God wants ME to be.
I bought a Bible. My first Bible. I felt lost in it...still confused. I felt more fear, more pain, yet I continued to be drawn near. Against what I had claimed to believe--yet it called me and I followed.
My contact--the face--showed again. I listened and when he spoke to me I knew without a doubt it was God speaking to me. SPEAKING TO ME. Welcoming me to His home. I felt I was home. The path had brought me to THIS home.
I prayed. I cried. I confessed. I promissed to change and do better.
Is that it? Isn't there something more? Surely that can't be it.
That wasn't the end. It was the beginning. I was brought to speak my own truth--Never before have been able to speak those words, though I have wanted to and been given many opportunities.
This must be what they mean when they say "I am free in Christ."
