I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to be lost.
I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to feel hopeless.
I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to feel helpless.
I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to feel empty inside.
I haven’t forgotten what it’s like to be “beat down by others”.
I remember when I surrendered my life to the Lord.
I remember the hope I felt the first time I trusted Him.
I remember my baptism.
I remember lots of markers along my journey with the Lord.
I remember lots of times of repentance for stupid choices.
I remember lots of grace.
I remember lots of mercy.
What I don’t understand is how others can so easily dismiss a loving God who longs for relationship with His creation. I don’t understand how others can look at this world and think it happened by accident or with a big explosion and suddenly order appeared.
I read a troubling passage in Revelation where John, the writer/Apostle saw a scene of destruction and rebellion. Check this out…
6 In those days people will seek death and will not find it; they will long to die, but death will flee from them.
20 The rest of the people, who were not killed by these plagues, did not repent of the works of their hands to stop worshiping demons and idols of gold, silver, bronze, stone, and wood, which cannot see, hear, or walk. 21 And they did not repent of their murders, their sorceries, their sexual immorality, or their thefts. (Revelation 9:6, 20-21 CSB)
I don’t always understand the hand of God – but I trust His heart.
I can’t always understand why God does or doesn’t intervene – but I trust He knows what is best.
I don’t ever want to forget what it was like to be lost. I’m so thankful that the Lord was patient with me as I meandered through life ignoring Him, until the day I stopped and took a long, hard look at Him. It’s been a journey, with lots of stumbling’s and mistakes – but I don’t ever want to let go of His hand – no matter what life sends my way.