For the last 38 years of my 58-year life, I have hated my mother. I have probably hated her for a longer time than that. She was a promiscuous drunk who destroyed everyone who got close to her: her husbands and her daughter...until I finally let Jesus pick me up.
Today, as I was reading Psalm 119, I remembered (God put into my mind?) a time when my mother really wanted God. She was hungry and she tried to come to the Lord. But she made a wrong turn, and while she remained hungry for God, she never figured out how to get to Him.
My heart softened toward her. I was so hungry for so long, but I did not know how to find Jesus. Then, in a flash, I suddenly realized that my God had let me forgive my mother, the woman I blamed for everything bad that ever happened to me, and even for evil I initiated.
This is the most important day of my life. This is by far the greatest gift our wonderous God has ever given me. I am finally free; truly free; free in Jesus; free in God.
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I am a Christian blogger, a born-again Christian, and a lover of Christ. I procrastinate terribly in writing in this blog, mostly because...well...My greatest fault is that I am too busy for God, but I know He is not too busy for me. I really do want to change, so I am taking a stab at writing this journal.
Today, my life is not my own.
Today, my life is not my own.
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