I was on the computer and Matt called. As you may or may not know, we haven’t spoken in a while and our final words exchanged weren’t the best. We spoke for an hour and forty minutes, and it was an emotional conversation. We talked a lot about God.
I love Matt. I love him more than I can ever express my love for another man, and not in a homosexual way, you perverts. Matt is my best friend, my brother in Christ, and may just as well be my brother in blood because he means that much to me. I am glad we have reunited.
Listening to his testimony was a true blessing. Just seeing how God has worked in his life didn’t just tug at my heartstrings. It yanked on them like the hunchback of Notre Dame ringin’ the town bell. I didn’t cry, but I might as well have.
I have several friends who have been encouraging me to pray and give everything up to God and get into the Word, but even with all of that, nothing seemed real enough for me, or tangible enough. It took my brother Matt to truly make a significant impact.
We plan on meeting up tonight so we can pray together, and it is at that time I plan to rededicate my life to Jesus Christ, and be done with this nonsense oppression for good.
My brother is back. It’s time to celebrate.
Before my eyes had opened this morning I began this day with prayer. I didn’t know what to say, and I felt like I was talking to myself. Maybe I was just talking to myself, but I had hopes that God would hear me anyway. I was reminded of an old poem, that has always been one of my favorites. This morning I share it with you:
One night a man had a dream.
He dreamed he was walking along
the beach with the Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from his life.
For each scene, he noticed
two sets of footprints in the sand,
one beloning to him and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of his life flashed before him,
he looked back at the footprints in the sand.
He noticed that many times along the path of his life
there was only one set of footprints.
He also noticed that it happened at the
very lowest and saddest times in his life.
This bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most
troublesome times in my life there is
only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you most
you would leave me.”
The Lord replied “My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffereing,
when you see only one set of footprints in the sand,
it was then that I carried you.”