When did I accept God? It’s difficult to put a specific date on it, but off and on through my life I’ve hated God, blamed God, hoped that He was there, prayed for my wishes to come true, and even completely ignored Him. I didn’t have parents who went to church and to be honest I grew up not knowing much about God. I would occasionally attend with my grandmother and later, when I met my husband, would go with his parents. For the most part I was indifferent to God. I have been through a lot of hardships and struggles in my life and thought if He is known as a “loving God”, He must hate me. He has shed a bright light on why I went through what I did, (those stories will come later), and I am who I am because of them. I sometimes still question why I have to endure situations or deal with terrible life issues, but now I know that He will show me later. I have learned that I must have faith in Him and trust Him to see me through it. All of it is for Him. Now stop and think about that: “All of it is for Him”. What am I crazy?!!? I have to go through all the hurt, all the pain, and it’s all for Him. How does that make any sense? Well, in today’s world that is one of the most difficult things to understand and accept. I hope to shed His light through my writings and show why I have faith.
For Him
I have sat here and racked my brain trying to figure out the worst thing I’ve been through and I came to this conclusion: there are too many to pick just one. I decided to just pick one and write, so here it is: