The Fork in the Road
It sounds silly now. I am not sure when it even started. I try to remember back to my early 20’s, the desire for recognition did not exist then. Where did it come from?
I know that I was saved at seven, called at twelve, commissioned at nineteen, challenged at thirty, devastated at forty, fortified at fifty-two, broken at fifty-four, angry for years, bitter for those that followed, and I was delivered within the past year.
I still have no clue where my obsession with the acceptance of others came into play.
Tonight, during my prayer time, it dawned on me. I spent entirely too long worrying about what other people think of me. I focused on those who do not like me and those who reject me. All the while, in my corner I have more friends than I can ever count and a family that loves me to the bone.
Through it all, I have a God; a Father; a Friend; a Counselor; a Teacher; a Warrior; a Protector; a Savior that has always been there for me, is with me today, and will remain by my side for eternity. Did you catch that? For eternity.
When the Holy Spirit encouraged me to look at life that way, all I could do was sing God’s praises and pray His blessings over those who don’t like me while shouting words of thanksgiving for those who do.
Apparently, I am a very slow learner. Forgive me, Lord. Thank You, Lord. I trust You, Lord. Strengthen me, Lord. I am Yours. I yield and I trust You to remain with me throughout the rest of my life and I will come live with You afterwards.