“Thank you,” I said to the Lord while praying this morning.
“Thank YOU,” he answered.
“For what?” I asked, wondering what he could mean.
“You said Yes. That’s all I needed.”
Suddenly I knew he was referring to the summer day in 1972, when I asked Jesus to be my Manager, Lord of my life. He had been my Savior for many years, but Lord? No, not really.
On that particular day I had told him, “I’ve tried to manage my life my own way for a long time and it’s not working. Please come in and manage it for me.”
Several times over the years I’d heard him call my name, in a small still voice, “Bette.” I would just ignore it, shrug it off to my imagination and not respond. In the very back of my mind somewhere I was probably thinking, “Later.”
But now I was so…
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A lovely vivid description of the moment of being made new in Him. Although our experiences are different I recognise the feeling of newness from my rebirth on Good Friday 1984.