In my life I have watched love be tainted and perverted but in spite of every wrong example I still believe in love. Call me a die hard hopeful, but I still dare to try.
Let me back up a little bit and start from a several years ago.
I was a normal child in a divorced and blended family, well adjusted and living in a small city in the Midwest. After hearing Kenneth Copeland speak on my television screen, I gave my young life to the Lord right there on my living room floor. At some point before someone could talk me out of it, or explain "that these things don't just happen" I began to hear the Lord speak to me. It was a very gentle voice that would talk to me about whom to befriend, and other daily living things. I remember the Elementary School I went to had an incredible number of immigrants, for the Midwest, and the Lord would talk to me about befriending the ones he sent me to. When I looked at them he would show me that they were important to Him and it was integral they understood they were loved and accepted even when I didn't speak the same language. Even at this young age my heart was being formed and molded to love the ones He gave me.
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