I can't wait ( standing on tiptoes of anticipation ) to hear the Saul to Paul conversion stories. To hear of praise and worship that shook prison walls and caused the lost to ask you how to know your God. I can't wait to hear how chains holding innocent captives were snapped in two, and you walked out free under the cover of the wing of the Almighty.
Go back to last weeks post by clicking here. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, just in case, this is my one chance to cross paths with you, I want you to know: You are loved. You are not lost. You can go home. Your story matters. You can go home to God, the Father. Seek the Lord while He may be … Continue reading If I had only one chance – week 3
You might argue that I don't know you. I don't know where you've been. Maybe you would counter with the truth that I don't know what you've done in the past or how you are living today. I pretty much know the arguments by heart because most of them were my own arguments to refute the idea God could love me.