Everyone has a story. A personal and intimate story. A beginning where for some there is a conscience acknowledgment of a Supreme Being. Acknowledging a touch so tender, that there is no question of its source. The touch from the God of the universe.
If anyone knows me well, they know I am hopelessly sentimental. I love remembering the past - mostly good. But I don't mind reminiscing about the bad as well. You see, both are part of my travels and both have shaped me into the person I am.
It is only February, and there is still the entire year before us to seek God's purpose in each of our lives, and to then submit to the refining process of becoming more and more like our sweet Jesus. Newness and fresh starts are abundate for each of us. There is hope!
My prayer is that we are all wise enough to take the first step and trust God. It is never too late.
