I love to talk to people about God. I love to think about God. I love to meditate on God. I love to listen to other people speak about God. The study and contemplation of God fill me with something far beyond happiness. It is like a drug to me- only that seems far too cheap an explanation- and it is not a cheap thing.
When I was about eight years old I met a man named Rich. One day I asked him about Jesus and he kept answering my questions. It was amazing. Everytime he answered a question of mine I would ask him a question about his answer and he would answer that one, too. He took an eight-year-old boy seriously and answered all his questions. I felt something stirring in me then and that night I began to feel nauseous. I felt wicked and stubborn and guilty. I knew that I was an enemy of God. I knew I would not come to Him- but instead, He came to me. I knew that I would not choose Him- but instead He chose me. He opened my heart and took off the blinders from my eyes so that I could see. And when I could see, I became sick and I began to despair. I got down on my knees and I begged the Lord for mercy. I asked Him to come into my heart (I believe those were the words I chose at the time) and save me. I knew I needed to be saved. I asked Him to forgive me and take away my sins. My sins felt like a great weight upon me and I pleaded with the Lord to take them from me. I thought I would be overwhelmed and even killed. I was afraid once I could see myself a bit more like I really was. I was eight years old and I was afraid. A strange thing happened next, though- I was flooded with peace and assurance. I felt it in my bones. My skin tingled. I let out a sigh and I wept for so much- much of which I did not understand fully at the time. It was then that I first believed on the Lord Jesus Christ. Ever since then, nothing has satisfied me except Christ. Whenever I have strayed away- nothing but misery has followed me. I was bought- and there will be no resale.
Now I know hope. Now I know truth. Now I know life. This is all I desire- to study and meditate upon it- and explain to others all that I have learned- to answer all their questions that God will allow me to answer.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” -II Corinthians 12:9
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Okay Joe. I have a question. I'm trusting God to guide the next steps of my life. I have, though, to options, open doors if you will. Both seem pleasing to God, and so, according to Gary Friesen, either choice will be acceptable to God. My question then, is this: If one of these options is more difficult than the other, would it be wiser to chose that one? Or does it really even matter?
On a practical note, you are going to choose the one that you want more. So it may help to think about it in terms of "why do I want this one more than the other". Harder is not always better, but often is.
At the risk of losing sight of the bigger picture, and perhaps focusing too much on the unimportant details, what if you're not sure which one you want more?
The more difficult option of the two seems a little more scary. It will require me to trust God more, though both options will definitely force me to newer levels of trusting him.
Allow me to offer you a wonderfull cliche. "Life is made up of details." Seriously, though, Little things are sometimes all you need to make a decision.
I love your love for God.
Piccola
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