- Jun 18, 2006
- 2,352
- 248
- Country
- United States
- Faith
- Christian
- Marital Status
- Single
- Politics
- US-Democrat
This isn't how I was saved, but how God broke through the "sounds" of my life.
The sermon was about how we need to tune our ears to hear God's voice. The message applied to me, because I've always felt like I'm not doing enough to get close to God, though I asked Him into my heart 3 years ago. At the end, the pastor requested everybody who had raised their hands to come forward. I was amongst those people. I felt awkward walking up there, for I had come in late, and ended up sitting in the back pew. The piano played in the background as I made my prayer to God. To lead me, to focus me, to hold me in his arms. The pastor's hand was briefly on my as was his prayer concerning me. I understood he had plenty of others, so it didn't ruffle me. However, the last thing I expected was for another hand to touch me.
"This is what the Lord has laid on my heart to tell you" A male voice said. While I can't quote his exact words, as I heard them, I began to sob harder. Amongst the things said, he told me to stop beating myself up, to have confidence, to praise God with my head up. He said I had a bright future, a plan for my life, and that God wanted to hold my hand through life. He told me that God loved me and that He wished for me to see myself as He saw me. At the end, I was straining to hold back an all out wailing sob. When the man was done, I turned around and hugged him, saying thank you.
I didn't know this man, because it was only my second service at the church. I knew that God had spoken through him, because everything he said, hit an area that applied to me and that he couldn't've known otherwise. This was my first experience hearing God's "voice" and I know I must strive to change my view on myself. I must not doubt that God loves me, or that I'm worthy enough. Now I know God doesn't want me to chide myself. I know that I never want to forget what was said to me.
The sermon was about how we need to tune our ears to hear God's voice. The message applied to me, because I've always felt like I'm not doing enough to get close to God, though I asked Him into my heart 3 years ago. At the end, the pastor requested everybody who had raised their hands to come forward. I was amongst those people. I felt awkward walking up there, for I had come in late, and ended up sitting in the back pew. The piano played in the background as I made my prayer to God. To lead me, to focus me, to hold me in his arms. The pastor's hand was briefly on my as was his prayer concerning me. I understood he had plenty of others, so it didn't ruffle me. However, the last thing I expected was for another hand to touch me.
"This is what the Lord has laid on my heart to tell you" A male voice said. While I can't quote his exact words, as I heard them, I began to sob harder. Amongst the things said, he told me to stop beating myself up, to have confidence, to praise God with my head up. He said I had a bright future, a plan for my life, and that God wanted to hold my hand through life. He told me that God loved me and that He wished for me to see myself as He saw me. At the end, I was straining to hold back an all out wailing sob. When the man was done, I turned around and hugged him, saying thank you.
I didn't know this man, because it was only my second service at the church. I knew that God had spoken through him, because everything he said, hit an area that applied to me and that he couldn't've known otherwise. This was my first experience hearing God's "voice" and I know I must strive to change my view on myself. I must not doubt that God loves me, or that I'm worthy enough. Now I know God doesn't want me to chide myself. I know that I never want to forget what was said to me.
