The Calling

      It was Thursday night. All my life had led up to this night. June 19, 2014.

     The moment was powerful; the build-up had been going on for years. This last year the pace had accelerated to almost a frenzy. I had heard the calling and I answered it.

     For years I had wondered what my life would become. I never figured out my place. I found happiness, but it was temporary. It went away. Through struggles I found rock bottom. I fell on my face and realized I had no power of my own. I needed a savior. And there I found Him. When I had no strength to stand, He lifted me. When my breath would not come, He breathed in me. When I could do nothing but sob at His feet, He held me. He brought me out of the ashes a new life. I turned and faced the sun, the wind sang His praises and I fell in love. I vowed to never leave His side again. I had found my place at His feet. I became His disciple.

     On Thursday, June 19, 2014 I allowed Him to change my life. I accepted His call and I spread His message. And my friend accepted the gift of His salvation. May my heart never tire of feeling such joy. I will praise my Jesus until I die for letting me be involved in that moment.