When my mother passed away and I was twelve years old, it was the most devastating thing I ever experienced. It was grieving. I found a special place at the school…a set of steps that led down about 10 feet to the school gym. I would walk down those steps to the bottom. It was at the bottom that I would cry out my heart. It was at the bottom that I thanked my God for all that I had and asked him how to go on. It was at the bottom that he came to me, at the bottom that he lifted me. It was never at the top.
I humbled myself before I knew I never had to. It was not until I went to church that I was told I had too. For it was my church and man made ways that told me I had too. All that I ever had to do before was go before him and ask him to come into my life and lead me. As a child he did just that…before I knew a thing about how religion was supposed to work, nor a thing about what God is supposed to be. For you see as the scripture tells us in Jeremiah…he shall gather those who the false shepherds have led astray. More than that, the Bible states, “I knew you before you were in the womb”.
Now that was told to Jeremiah. But I know it also pertains to me. How else could God have known me…before I was told he loved me.? How could I have known he did? Unless he knew me before I was in the womb?
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