I cannot believe that we are already well into the month of October! It has been SO long since I have actively published any brand new devotionals or short stories on the blog (apart from the few that were included within the reissues of my "Running Home" short story series.)
I love having the opportunity to write for the Lord and I always miss it whenever I'm not in "writer mode" simply because it is honestly my greatest source of joy and I could never imagine doing anything else with the life that He has blessed me with.
I try to live out each day with a spirit of encouragement and it is my sole aim to enlighten and edify the hearts of those who stumble upon my little blog. I have forever held onto the belief that little is much when God is in it.
At the heart of today's message is one story that I have never taken the time to share simply because it slightly delves into grief territory but I just love the analogy that's within and I couldn't go without writing it out.
Everyone who knows me and my story well has forever known that I never had the opportunity to be a true blue Daddy's girl. I dearly loved my father even so and there are those moments where I replay every conversation that we had throughout those final few months of his life.
I called him nearly every day when he was sick and battling stage four lung cancer and I absolutely LOVE that we got to talk more than we ever had in the twenty five years since my parents' divorce.
I will forever consider that to be such a wonderful blessing from the Lord.
He was largely absent for most of my childhood and frequently came in and out of my life even as I grew into an adult. He was not into fatherhood and made it known that I was never a priority to him.
And I don't believe he ever truly realized that one day the opportunity to have a relationship with me would one day be no more. But I never gave up on him. I never stopped trying.
Why would I write about this?
This memory came to the forefront of my thoughts and I couldn't help but correlate it with the hearts and minds of those who are lost and living out their days without Christ.
They've never known Him.
They've never experienced the sweetness of His mercy and grace.
Nor have they ever felt the warmth of His unwavering love.
The times we are living through are filled with what I call spiritual defiance (others may label it as either entitlement or simply being hard-hearted.)
You can plainly see it in the attitudes of people and the way they go about doing daily activities. (May we continue to talk about the drivers on the road these days or some of the nasty unapologetic comments that people shamelessly leave online for everyone to see?)
They don't want to follow directions.
They don't believe they need to.
People are in that mindset of "I'll do whatever I want and I do not care about the disruption that I will cause others" or "It won't matter"
In writing that out I want to include that it most certainly DOES matter. You may be someone who is lost and on their way to a fiery Hell and you may think that the discussion of salvation carries no significance whatsoever.
You need to know that tomorrow is never promised, my friend. Jesus loves you and He won't ever stop knocking on the front door of your heart. Hell is someplace you don't want to be and somewhere you don't have to go.
But one day all of the opportunities to know Jesus and to have that sweet assurance of salvation will be completely lost.
Tomorrow is never promised.
May today be the day of your salvation.
May today be the day you come to know all about His unwavering love.
“For out of much affliction and anguish of heart I wrote unto you with many tears; not that ye should be grieved, but that ye might know the love which I have more abundantly unto you.” (2 Corinthians 2:4)
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