October 18, 2016
“I have blotted out your transgressions like a cloud and your sins like mist; return to me, for I have redeemed you.” Isaiah 44:22 (ESV)
I have no memory of life before hearing the name Jesus.
I was in a crib in the church nursery by the third Sunday after I was born, just like my three older siblings. While our home rocked and quaked with systemic problems that could never get resolved, my parents refused to pull the rug of church out from under our feet.
Some might have called it hypocrisy to keep showing up while all that was going on at home. We would have called it survival.
My adolescence was a knot of inconsistencies. I had a heart for God and a bent for destruction that would tangle within me miserably for years. Because the Holy Spirit does His job, I could never stay in sin. But then I could never stay out of it.
Let’s just say sometimes both limbs have to be broken for the lame to learn to walk. By my early thirties — as blessed as I was, as much as I had, as many as I loved — I would’ve either destroyed my own life or taken it except for one thing: Jesus just kept picking me back up. Click here to read the rest.