God told me it’s time to have another “come-to-Jesus” meeting.
A family crisis forced this.
Now I’ll digress here and say maybe it’s a disservice to my family writing down our trials. I’m always hesitant to ask for prayer and hear this voice in the background saying “why you putting our business in the street?”
Translated, that means “why are you letting people know about failings in our personal lives?”
The answer would be because I believe it helps – that God hears prayer and answers it.
Anyone who has followed my blog knows that for a time I was homeless. At times, I almost brag about my homelessness and how my low estate helped lead me to repentance.
There’s a tie in coming as to why I’m currently asking for prayer and what’s currently going on. Hang with me if you’re still reading.
It’s been almost a year since I’ve stopped drinking alcohol – this time. This means I’m a recovering alcoholic with all the attendant drama. God’s grace changed me when it became evident I could not force change myself. I depend on God’s grace to make it day-to-day battling depression and dampen my occasional desire to stop feeling anything using chemicals, escapist literature or computer gaming.
So here I am feeling and knowing I’m in a right relationship with God and He decides it’s time for a walk-through inspection of the “temple” I’ve dedicated to him.
He came to a door I’d nailed shut and asked me to open it.
So God bided his time and circumstances came around to a family crisis that pretty much means I have to open the door.
God guides me to it saying “Come with me if you want to live.” (yeah, I know – “Terminator 2” reference). The only way out is through that door, cleaning the room out as if purifying it by fire just as I’d asked for that hot coal that purified Isaiah’s lips to purify mine.
And here we are – me, God, my wife and her behavior that put us all at risk much like mine has.
We’ve all got to realize our sin, repent of it and know that Jesus took it upon himself as he died on the cross for us before his resurrection that brought us new life.
Last night I had another “come-to-Jesus” meeting were I kneeled at the cross thanking Jesus and a God that so loved Sam and his family.
At this point, it looks like God has worked a miracle. His stability, goodness and mercy will govern our lives and we get back to the plan – my wife keeps the kids in the house and neighborhood they know while I rebuild my credit, career and credibility aiming toward getting my own residence.
Meanwhile, God’s walking me and the kids through this room – a fiery furnace that could pretty much destroy us were it not for God’s protection and prayers by you saints.