When did I fall in love with God? Was it the day I saw the picture of Jesus on my great grandmother’s wall? Was it because I saw His love in my family and the way their faces glowed when they talked about Him? Was it the joy of Christmas and Easter, and how cool it was to celebrate this Savior?
I never really thought about that until today.
I fell in love with God before I had even read much of His Word.
Nature itself revealed Him to me, as I wondered at its beauty.
Sunrises and stars.
Walks on country roads and swimming in lakes and the ocean.
The fresh air smells in springtime.
The shimmer of snow under winter moonlight captivated my heart.
He must be real.
As I sit on my bed this morning, pondering the future of my blog, my life, my goals, it occurs to me that maybe this is the way the world sees Jesus.
Having not read His word, “we are the only Bible some people will see” pastors and priests alike proclaim.
But I am flawed, I tell the Lord.
Yet somehow I feel as if God accepts my flaws and stands willing to help, and reminds me that He wooed me to Himself before I had any understanding of the church world or spiritual commitment.
He is real. I feel His Presence on some days. And I still sit in wonder, wherever I am, just like I did beside a lake long ago, when I pondered, “Without God, what would the world be?
The sun is up and I have been up since 5 a.m. On my second cup of coffee. Time to work on my book and do some journaling.