After all, everyone needs God.
I nearly had to force belief in that statement.
And then, one day I asked God to knock me senseless about His death. I'd just never gotten it before. Thoughts of the Cross never seemed to jolt me awake.
I lived in pretend world that His death didn't matter to me.
But there's something about a prayer like, God show me you, that makes things happen.
When you come to Him with your curiosity and your admittance that you could be wrong, and you stand before Him with even an ounce of willingness and wonder, He takes it and grows it.
He uses specific instances when I fall short and shows me His love for me.
Time and time again I am given grace. And time and time again I have the choice to receive it.
Recently, I had one of those huge life moments when I came face-to-face with this life awakening, jolt defining grace. The kind that really made me stand and believe with all my heart that I really am beloved.
As perhaps the most remarkable, awe-striking events ever, I am changed. I don't want to go back.
I want to live -- truly live -- in bold confidence of my name, Beloved.
Because, He really will go to the trenches to rescue me from myself.
"...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...