I grew up in the church and have been a Christian most of my life, but I cannot say that The Lord has always been real to me. I know the stories of all He has done and the stories of how He did those things because He loves me. I know these things are true, but I was unwilling to accept them. I was unwilling because I believed it could be true for others, but surely I was worse. My sins were unforgivable, I was unlovable. Eventually this brought me to a place of apathy and despair; my goal in life had become that of going through the motions until death brought relief, until death freed me of this world in which I was an alien. In that time of desperation I cried out to The Lord begging for a friend, someone I could confide in, someone to help me find hope, someone to help me see Him. He sent me two. Two women that knew the right things to say to me, the right questions to ask, the right time to help me stand, and the right time to step back and let me struggle on my own.
This is only a small example of what He has been showing me all along and is still showing me every day. There’s so much more, and one of the joys in my new found life is that I get to share some of it with you. Possibly this will help another to hear what is being spoken to her, something truthful she has been wanting to hear, wanting to accept. That’s right when The Lord puts things in my life to show me how much He loves me, it makes it more difficult to walk without confidence, to live without joy, to exist without peace.
Deborah, DoMH!