unstoppable and accompanied by a peace that rushed through
my core and visibly softened my outer appearance.
Almost instantly, my demeanor and countenance relaxed
right before that janitor’s eyes. We both observed something
very real and very unexplainable happening to me. We both
realized that though the man in the hallway certainly didn’t
know me well enough to cause this huge shift in my body,
mind, and soul—there was another possibility: God was talking
to me. Over the next few minutes, it was as if surging, silent
waves of courage persuaded me that everything about my life
was going to become new.
As this conviction took hold of me, I felt another equally
strong impression. God was waiting for me to respond to Him!
How could I not respond to God’s request to “Come,” to
take His invisible hand and turn my back on all the stuff that
promised me something but had delivered nothing but
heartache?
From the moment I heard God’s voice, my life has never
been the same. And no one has ever again had to convince me
that God speaks or that He is real. I know God speaks. I know
He’s real.
Of course since that day I’ve learned so much more about
God. Yet all the training or theology in the world has never
made me love or trust Him more than the day I first heard God
talk to me. He loved me when I was unlovely—who does that?
He saved me and forgave me when I needed rescuing and
forgiveness, and He came after me until I turned to Him.
Everyone else had given up on me.
I’ve found that nothing will make you love or trust God more
than when He tells you that He loves you just the way you are.