Hello everyone! I hope your Friday is off to a great start! I am so…so happy to have you with me today and I pray that God will truly touch the depth of our hearts with His presence, as we spend this special time together with Him!
Yesterday, I was having a nice visit with my brother on the phone and we were reminiscing back, to what took place, when we were younger. My past was a very painful time for me, as I came from a very dysfunctional home. My father was a very gruff person at times and there were moments that I feared him greatly. The reason why I’m sharing this with you today is because I came to discover something that may be of encouragement to you…in your own life.
My father claimed to be a Christian but yet there were times, when his anger made me wonder where he was headed in life. I remember a time, when I was laid up after a knee surgery and my parents had just had a very bad argument. Later that evening, my mother was going to prayer meeting and my Dad was going to be staying home with me because he had to be at work very early the next morning…like 2:00am. I remember begging my mother to stay home with me, as I was afraid to be alone with him…especially because of the argument that had taken place earlier in the evening.
After talking this over and over with my Mom, she ended up going to church. I will never forget that time alone with my Dad, as he sat to himself in his chair, while I laid on the hospital bed in the living room…afraid to speak one word. Don’t get me wrong…there were good times with my father but it seemed as though the bad times outweighed them all.
In 1997, my father became deathly ill with prostate cancer and one day, as my mother was coming down the hall, she caught my Dad talking with someone. As my mother approached him, she began to ask him who he was talking to. As he turned around, he said that he was talking with an angel. To this day, we don’t know what kind of a conversation he was having but God seemed to be at work.
Later, as time passed…Dad got worse and just before he passed away, he turned to my mother and told her that there were two angels sitting up on the mantel over the woodstove. Mom knew by then; that God had come to take my father home and within a short time he passed away.
For the longest time, I couldn’t figure out this story because all I remember was a very gruff man that I had greatly feared; but the more I think about it…I have come to see God for who He really is. He is a God that truly walks beyond our faults and gives each of us a chance, through His love and mercy, to be with Him someday. After what I went through with my Dad, I see how God is truly fighting for our souls.
How many of us think of God, as a god who could strike us down any moment, for the past wrongs we have done in our lives? I have to admit…I once thought that myself; but through the life I have lived, I have come to see how merciful my God is.
You know…God doesn’t want to see us in hell. I truly believe that if He didn’t care; then He would have never sent His Son to the cross, to fight the greatest battle for our souls. You know…we think we know God…that is until we have experienced a moment like this. May we all truly experience a God that goes way beyond our comprehension!
Blessings on your day…
It’s Always & Only Because of Him…