A Collection Of Inspired Teachings From My Journey!

The Lord put on my heart to tell my story. I don’t have a story but the Lord has a story so I will tell it–the story of God in my life.

When I was young in my knowledge of God I believed Him. He was like an old Friend of mine, familiar and comfortable. Somehow I knew Him. He was like a new Friend–exciting, unexpected and life-full. I didn’t know Him at all. When I took His hand that summer it was as though I had always held it. Our hands fit together. His big one, my little one. My God, my Father. I knew Him and He knew me. He loved me. I was His. I belonged to Him and He was for sure going to take care of me. Oh, I ran to Him all the time, but He never tired of me coming. He listened to my excited chatter and my cries. He encouraged me in the good and wiped my tears and held me safely in His arms when I ran to hide there–often.

When I met Him I didn’t really know how to be happy. I wanted to be happy. At times as a child I had been happy, even joyful. But there were other times, too. When I met Him He knew my thoughts. That’s why I wanted to hide. I’d heard about God, that He knew all the hairs on my head and even my thoughts. I had often considered that. I did want a Father and a Comforter, and many times a Deliverer, but I didn’t want one that knew my thoughts. No one knew about them. That was my one secret thing I had hidden away – my thoughts. People maybe knew about me, maybe. They knew about my life–maybe. Some knew. Some didn’t. But not one of all the people knew my thoughts. And here was my one thing that they couldn’t take, couldn’t touch, couldn’t control……