The word of the Lord came to me: "Son of man, you dwell in the midst of a rebellious house, who have eyes to see, but see not, who have ears to hear, but hear not, for they are a rebellious house (Ezekiel 12:2b)
Father, as I look back on my life I am forever thoughtful and thankful for Your hand that was always with me even when I didn't know You.
I spent the first three decades of my life...lost. I try to remember what I used to think about before You came into my heart and my life. When I remember all of the nonsense and reckless things I did, I shake my head. Yep, that was me! I was drunk 2-4 days a week, smoked like a chimney, and cussed like a sailor.
Although, most would never believe it - You know. You know all the details even though I remember only a few parts of those days.
Even before I was told I may lose my life without brain surgery, I didn't pray. I wasn't afraid. I wasn't even wise enough to be aware that if I had not made it through surgery, I would have gone straight to hell - lost forever. Harsh words for a monday morning but sometimes that's what I need. Reality. Check. You were, are, and always will be the faithful one - not me. It's so easy for me to check out when it comes to reality. Forgive me for my stubbornness and rebellious attitude. Although those days are long gone...I don't have to look far to see the remnants of those attitudes still today. Consume me. Refine me. Fill me with your spirit always. Light my way. The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul;
the testimony of the LORD is sure,
making wise the simple; (Psalm 19:7)
Thank you for making a Way for a simple person like me to ask Jesus into my heart and be forever saved despite my sin and my rebellious attitude. Thank you that when your work is done in and through me, I'll spend eternity in heaven with You and all those who recognize their desperate need for a Savior. Open their eyes. Thank you that peace and joy is always available despite my circumstances. I pray these things in Jesus powerful and matchless name, amen.
