For the longest time when asked just how did I get whole and complete with God…my answer was, “It just happened.” Actually what I was really thinking was that I really didn’t know. (By the way, the headline above was just a teaser because it’s not a secret. Just being a little ornery.)
I had a short conversation with a Protestant minister about 2 years ago. When I told her that I had it figured out she made the comment that I must be smarter than a lot of theologians. What I meant was that I had it figured out for me. I wasn’t given the opportunity to explain.
As I thought and thought, prayed and prayed I came up with the answer. I realized that I had always loved God, just like all of us. But what I did was fall in love with God. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there is a distinction. This allowed me to realize that He is my true Father. I didn’t have much of a dad, we were never close, so perhaps it was easier to accept that God was my one true father. Then again, it may have never mattered. I’m just so thankful that it came to be.
May everyone find that same peace.