I knew nothing of God when I first met Him. He proved to me that He is real. But I wanted to know this person who was willing to accept me as I was. I knew nothing of the bible. The only part I had read was the stories of King David in the Old Testament. Our big family altar bible had pictures with the stories. But I hadn’t read the bible. I began to find out about God and Jesus. I read the New Testament. When I came to the part in the bible about the crucifixion of Jesus, I cried. This person who saw me dying in sin, paid the price, a life for a life. I began to see what God had planned from the beginning. God, my Father, loved me before I was born. And has never stopped. Piece by piece, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The picture of Jesus became clear. I didn’t want to look through anger or pain anymore. I could see clearly with the eyes of God. It took awhile for God to clean me up. But God was persistent. I had a part. I had to surrender each piece for God to take it. As each piece was removed, my sight was restored. My story will continue tomorrow.
Crain Blanchard.
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