I apologize that I haven’t posted anything for several weeks. It isn’t that I haven’t sat down to do so, but everything I started to write just didn’t seem to go anywhere, or it just didn’t seem to matter for lack of a better way of putting it. I really don’t know what to “chalk it up as” to be honest. I have found myself spending a good deal of time reflecting and reviewing many things in my own life, and just sitting and letting the Lord show me things and letting Him answer so many questions in my heart. Perhaps I’ll be released to talk about that in another post.
What’s really been on my heart today is the love of our Father God for us all, and His desire for all people to come to Him. He really and truly does love us! And He gave us Jesus to prove it.
One of the things I’ve been reflecting on is where He brought me from. I grew up in a Christian home. I went to Christian schools until I started high school. My parents saw to it that I was as sheltered (protected) from the world and its ways the best they knew how. And God bless them for doing so, and I am so very thankful for my parents. I love them and miss them, and look forward to seeing them in Heaven very soon.
But at the age of 14, I chose to go the opposite way. I went completely rogue and rebel on my parents. I won’t go into details now, but I stayed on that path until the age of 26. That’s when my life, and my way of doing things, completely caved in around me. And I got a little taste of what hell would be like. No I didn’t die, but I sure wanted to and even tried to. But God stepped in and said, “I love you. Just come home.” No, I didn’t realize that in the moment, but I saw it later after I gave my life to Him.
See, back then I thought it was too late for me. I had sinned too much, and had done too much evil for God to ever take me back or accept me. In my mind it was over. Life as I knew it was over! But God said, “No, it’s not too late. This is the very reason I sent My Son, Jesus.”
And I have been reminded recently of the story of the prodigal son that Jesus told in the gospels. The father did not care where that son had been, or what that son had done. He was just happy that he came home. And not only was he happy, he treated that wayward son as if he had never done anything wrong. It wasn’t too late for him. That is how our amazing and awesome Heavenly Father sees us! He is eagerly and expectantly waiting for us to come home. And He is waiting with open arms to receive us! It does not matter what we’ve done. All we have to do is humble ourselves before Him. He is gracious, loving and kind! He is good and His mercy endures forever!
It took me a very long time to really let this settle into my heart and believe it. But three different accounts in Scripture helped me to lay ahold of this. One was King David after he had committed adultery with Bathsheba, and then had her husband killed to try to cover it up. But he was convicted in his heart through the prophet Nathan, then humbled himself and repented before the Lord. The second was the story of the prodigal son which I already spoke of. And the third account was the woman mentioned in John chapter 8 who had been caught in adultery, but Jesus released her even though He was the only one without sin and had full and legal right to throw that first stone.
Beloved, If you have wandered away from God, or even if you have never known God at all, it is NOT too late! Just come home. He is eagerly waiting to receive you,and call you His own. He won’t make you or force you. You have to choose. Choose love….God is love! He has already chosen you!
I will be praying for you, and I want to meet and see you in Heaven. Will you be there?