Walking Without Him

A storm gathered in the sky. We were expecting rain.

Lots of rain.

I watched as the sky turned dark gray. The wind whipped the tree branches back and forth. The dead things in the street surfed the asphalt.

No rain.

The sun came out again. Moisture was locked in the air, and with the sun out, the heat felt oppressive.

And the day ended.

For the second day in a row, I faced my storm without His Word.

I neglected my Father.


Relationships are a two-way street.

How can I say I believe and love someone if I do not spend time with them?

So I ask His forgiveness.

I open my Bible.

And I read Luke 15 and “The Parable of The Lost Son.”

“For this son of mine was dead,” says Luke 16:24. “and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’ So they began to celebrate.”

We, who say we believe, were once lost, too.

And I know I still make mistakes. When I say I am a believer in Christ of the Bible, I say I love Him. I want to follow Him. I want to obey Him. I want to learn all there is to know about who God is, and see people as He sees people.

Dad never leaves me in the cold, even when I forget to call. He takes out the tea things and acts as if we just talked yesterday.

Most important thing about our relationship now?

I listen more and talk less.

I prefer private conversation. You are more than welcome to email me in lieu of a comment or contact me via social media.

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