It was there, in the dark, wide awake, that she felt her Heavenly Father’s hands comfort her. It was there that she had her first real personal encounter with Jesus.
Each day, we have a choice. We can choose to be grateful, or we can choose to be hateful. We can choose to forget what God has done and whine about the present situation… OR…
When I resisted his call, He waited. When I turned away, He waited. When I wanted to do things my way, He waited. And when I finally came to Him, He showed me mercy.
From there, I pondered the opponent I face every day… the one who whispers in my ear that I’m not good enough… the one who tells me I’ll never be enough...