Alone, Empty, and Screaming: A Lifetime between Salvation and Surrender
What a fifty-three years it has been. I am the living proof that we have a relentless God whose grace has no end. My heart pours out to those who are growing up or have grown up in the church; those who were saved, like me, at an early age. My father has always said, “Never forget what you were saved from.” For most of us that grew up in the church, that “from” is nothing more than church pews and swing sets. My story is for you and for those that love you. Though God was always a part of my life, He was never the Lord of my life. I was saved, but it was without effect. Through the decades of utter darkness, I have found my way through. Forty-seven years between salvation and surrender. The reason for telling my story is to give hope to the hopeless. No matter where you are, no matter what you’ve done, no matter how long you’ve run or where you’re running to now, you are not alone. We are not alone. The journey to whole is not an easy one, but it is the only way that life will ever make sense. There is a God that will carry you through if you’re ready to let him. My journey is far from over, but if you’d like, we can do it together. Are you ready?