.... He speaks when we're listening!
Well, let me start by saying that I have been asking God since I've been home to share with me what He would like me to do. It's been tough not working. I am not very used to having so much time off, and find myself going from one end of the spectrum of loving it to the other end, hating it. I get bored, I get tired of doing the same things over and over, I argue with myself that I should be appreciating the time to rest, and then search job sites and send out resumes for a job that I am able to do with the limitations my poor knees give me.
Last Friday, though, at 4:35 in the morning, I heard God speak to me. He asked me to share my story. It was a quiet voice, in our bedroom, asking me:
"Will you do it? Will you write it for Jesus?" Now, this was a pretty amazing experience for me. I was certain right away that God was telling me what I have to do. I must share my story, about how I came to be where I am. I must share it with you, the readers. I hope you will find some comfort, maybe some joy, some answers to the reason things turned out the way they did, and maybe even have a laugh along the way with me.
Please understand that this is a story about me, about my coming home. Not only coming home to Canada, home to my family, home to a small town that I've never actually really considered home before, but also home to the church, home to being surrounded by my God's love, and His amazing people.
When I write what I do, I am not trying to single any one person out, in regards to my journey. It is not my hope to condemn anyone, or to place blame for any of the situations I found myself in. What I want to do is what God has asked me to do. I am sharing this for Jesus, in the hopes that maybe it will be good therapy for me, and also, really, possibly, another life will be touched, will see how amazing God's Love is, and will find his or her own peace and faith.
Are you ready for the journey? Please pray with me along the way, so that the message that He wants shared will be.
Well, let me start by saying that I have been asking God since I've been home to share with me what He would like me to do. It's been tough not working. I am not very used to having so much time off, and find myself going from one end of the spectrum of loving it to the other end, hating it. I get bored, I get tired of doing the same things over and over, I argue with myself that I should be appreciating the time to rest, and then search job sites and send out resumes for a job that I am able to do with the limitations my poor knees give me.
Last Friday, though, at 4:35 in the morning, I heard God speak to me. He asked me to share my story. It was a quiet voice, in our bedroom, asking me:
"Will you do it? Will you write it for Jesus?" Now, this was a pretty amazing experience for me. I was certain right away that God was telling me what I have to do. I must share my story, about how I came to be where I am. I must share it with you, the readers. I hope you will find some comfort, maybe some joy, some answers to the reason things turned out the way they did, and maybe even have a laugh along the way with me.
Please understand that this is a story about me, about my coming home. Not only coming home to Canada, home to my family, home to a small town that I've never actually really considered home before, but also home to the church, home to being surrounded by my God's love, and His amazing people.
When I write what I do, I am not trying to single any one person out, in regards to my journey. It is not my hope to condemn anyone, or to place blame for any of the situations I found myself in. What I want to do is what God has asked me to do. I am sharing this for Jesus, in the hopes that maybe it will be good therapy for me, and also, really, possibly, another life will be touched, will see how amazing God's Love is, and will find his or her own peace and faith.
Are you ready for the journey? Please pray with me along the way, so that the message that He wants shared will be.
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