Dear God: Stop it.
I had a handle on things until You pushed me again. I’m human, okay?! I can’t deal with all this. Didn’t You know this pain would break me?
I did. I knew this before the stars were sprinkled in the sky.
If You knew everything, why did You allow this to happen? I thought being a child of God would be blissful. Instead, I am wandering in the desert trying to find peace. Continue reading
For it is not mere words that nourish the soul, but God Himself, and unless and until the hearers find God in personal experience they are not the better for having heard the truth.
I became a Christian at age four. My simple little heart grasped the Gospel stronger that day than it would ever need to. With paper cut-outs, the teachers showed us how Jesus transformed our hearts from dark to light. Poisoned to clean. I wanted my heart to be clean. In what proved to be the most important thing I ever did, I asked Jesus to come live inside me. He was my Friend.
Life grew darker as I approached my pre-teen years. At the time, my home did not feel emotionally safe. I grew isolated. Continue reading