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She spent her childhood with one parent

filling the roles of both dad and mom,

in a home where neither she nor the parent

had any practical use for God…

Self-sufficient, independent, stubbornly determined:

All worthy traits for climbing ladders,


reaching goals,

and crossing finish lines.


But when combined with no real sense of purpose,

without God’s guiding hand,

she found herself transported down rough roads—

crooked, twisted, winding paths.

Always moving in the direction of her own choosing,

according to her limited knowledge of the world and its ways,

carrying a burden of sin that seemed to grow day by day.


Over the years and at points along the path,

a few of God’s sons and daughters spoke to her from time to time—

good words, true words, much-needed words—

by His request, on His behalf.

In later years by her own admission, their words had brought peace

to her troubled mind and soul…

Yet still she resisted.

I just wasn’t ready, she would later admit.

Instead, she wandered, following a map of her own design

with signs pointing to destruction that would inevitably come…

if she wandered too far.


The hour finally came when she reached the end of the road.


Sitting in a cold cell, her ears, eyes, mind and heart

turned toward the whispers

she had ignored for too long.

It was there, she listened to

The Divine One,

The Creator,

The Savior,

The great I AM who wanted to become her Father.

It wasn’t the first time she had heard the Voice—

but it was the first time she wanted to pay attention.

Another of God’s daughters was there,

speaking good words, true words, necessary words,

living words.

In humble resignation,

plunking down her ever-growing burden,

she ceased in all her previous efforts at

doing, planning, laboring, striving, arranging, manipulating,

and every other self-propelled human attempt she had wearily spent her years occupied with,

to make herself into an image of her choosing, of her liking…


she had yet to reach a point of liking herself,

not completely anyway,

and not in a way that satisfied deep down.


Having wasted her life moving in the direction away from God,

on that memorable night,

she not only listened,

not only considered,

but totally surrendered—

placing the mess of her life into God’s hands,

yielding a completely weary self finally to the purpose He had planned.

And in that initial moment of,

I give up. I can’t do this anymore, God…

she felt His presence,


His forgiveness,

His assurance…

And what was His reply?

You’re not alone anymore. It’s not up to you to make life work,

because I’m here. And I’ve got your back.


There are times when we should pause and remember

that specific moment in time when the transaction was made

between ourselves and God—


the moment that forever changed our life,

our viewpoint,

our eternity,

and our standing before Him.


Hear, O Lord, when I cry with my voice! Have mercy also upon me, and answer me.

When You said, Seek my face, My heart said to You, Your face, Lord, I will seek.

Do not hide Your face from me; Do not turn Your servant away in anger;

You have been my help; Do not leave me nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.

When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.  –  Psalm 27:7-10