As I continued to listen to the teacher, there was a dialogue going on within myself. This is how it went. . .
Jesus. . ."Isn't what I did for you spectacular?"
Me. . ."Yes, oh my, I know it was, yes!"
Jesus. . ."Why didn't you share about being from a broken home, not feeling loved, feeling alone?"
Me. . ."I don't know."
Jesus. . ."Why didn't you share about standing at the kitchen sink, a 12 year old girl feeling sad? Why didn't you tell them that for the very first time, you heard my voice in your spirit saying, "If you will surrender to me, I will be your Father, I will always be here to comfort you, always be here to take care of you, always be here to love you?"
Me. . ."I don't know. I'm so sorry!"
Jesus. . ."It's ok my child. I know it's not your comfort zone to speak up in front of people, but remember all those comfort zones I helped you out of?"
Me. . ."Oh yes, yes, yes!"
Jesus. . ."Why did you begin to blog?"
Me. . ."Because You told me too. You told me to step out and share."
Jesus. . ."Yes. I died on the cross for you and saved you and now you are my daughter, my child, and I, Holy God am Your Father who has brought you from death to life. I hear you sharing with those at the bridge. Why not share in class? Others may be sitting there waiting just like you, waiting to hear from you...so share.
Share how I redeemed you, a sinner, saved by grace. Share how I brought you through the difficult, growing up years, share how I healed your mother and restored the two of you back together after 9 years. Share how I came in and helped you out of the pit and healed your broken heart from your precious child leaving, the prodigal that I have my eye on and you have trusted Me with, that precious gift that I gave you 25 years ago. Share how I have blessed you with a husband who has loved you and has been a blessing for 31 years. Share how I bring the birds to your window every day for you to enjoy and pea frogs at night to hear their songs. Share how I gave you strength to step out and to talk with people you never would have on your own. Share the blessings I have showered upon you day after day after day. Share about the peace I have given you that has helped you to go on while waiting for preciousness to return. Share how that night as a 12 year old, you dropped to the black, vinyl footstool in your living room and you repented of your sins, you gave me your heart, you made me Lord and Savior of your life, and you felt a weight taken off of your shoulders and you cried not really understanding in your young years yet but learned that I took on those burdens and the weight became lighter.
Grace. . .you were lost but you were found. . .by ME."
Me. . ."I will be eternally grateful!"
Jesus. . .I love you daughter. . .will you share?"
Me. . ."Yes Lord, I will."