Meeting a Stranger

Meeting a Stranger

Growing up, I went to church.  I thought I knew God.  Then I grew up and He became a stranger.  After collage, I did not even believe in Him. 

Years later, as I headed for a train wreck in my life, I heard Him whisper.  I did not listen.  Next I heard him talk.  I still did not listen.  I heard, yet i still did not believe.  He finally shouted.

I should have paid attention to the whisper.

The train wreck was awful.  I lost a lot.  It was excruciatingly painful, but I heard him.  Although I regret the pain I put my family through, I don't regret the pain I went through.  I needed to go through it.

Through my grief I met God.