When I was a young mother my children would ask me deep questions like "why can't the kitty move anymore?" after the car had run over it. I felt a responsibilty to be able to explain something about life and death to them but I didn't really know what life was about.
Was it a gift from some powerful Being or was it just an accident?
Would I one day be held accountable for how I had lived?
I was completely lost and clueless. I waffled back and forth between drowning out the questions with drugs and alcohol and seriously seeking for life's meaning.
Then one day my eyes were opened and I knew that there was a God and that He had a plan for my life and that I would indeed be held accountable for what I did with the life He gave me. The incredibly, deep sense of aloneness, that I'd had nearly all of my life, began to go away. I had a Creator.
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