My purpose in this website and all the things I write is to give God glory. I spent more than sixteen years in insurance administration. Business writing sparked an interest in creative writing, and I completed a couple correspondence courses. Although I didn't set out to be a writer, my homecoming experience gave me a reason to write for God.
One hot and muggy evening in Midwest City, Oklahoma Mom took my sister and me to a big tent revival. I walked down a grassy aisle that night and knelt before a cloth-covered table for an altar. There I asked Jesus to come and live in my heart. That was at the early age of eleven. I was baptized by emersion at fifteen.
Years later poor choices led me down a path of destruction. My kids grew up and moved away. Shattered dreams and broken relationships drove me into a pit of despair, not so far that my Lord couldn't hear my cry. "I don't want to go on anymore."
I'll never forget how He responded. I felt like the prodigal coming home. The warmth of God's presence held me. It was as if He threw His arms around me, kissed me and said, "Could you make it today if I stay with you?"
"I guess so," I whispered. I never wanted to be outside of the Father's love again, so I picked up my Bible and started reading. Every passage seemed to speak directly to me, and I began to pray. Sometimes, I didn't know what to pray. All I could say was,"Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus." I cried myself to sleep saying those words, so thankful that the God of creation would love even me.
I returned to church and felt like an outsider. Everyone looked perfect, and I knew I didn't measure up. I longed for the love of a Christian family and visited the pastor. "I'm not worthy," I said.
The pastor wrinkled his brow. "No one is worthy."
"You don't understand. I walked away from two marriages and drug my children through other broken relationships."
What the pastor said next changed my life. "We live in a world of sin, and there is no way we can live here without it touching us. The good news is, Jesus died for sin. You can accept what He did on the cross for you, or keep beating up on yourself."
I walked out of the church office changed. Jesus forgave me just as He did His adversaries from the cross. He picked up the broken pieces of my life and is crafting something beautiful, something I want to share with others by writing for His glory.
If you have not experienced God's amazing love, don't go another day without it. Say His name, and He will answer. Today is the day of salvation and a new hope for the future. God bless you, my friend.