When God speaks

Today I started off writing a letter to remind myself of how much God loves me but then something wonderful happened. It was as if God was moving my pen to the words he wanted me to hear.

Lately, I've being struggling. I've been trying to cope with loneliness and being a Christian in a very non-Christian world. I've been surrounded by not that great of influencial people who find my prudish ways a game in which the object is to corrupt the good girl. And part of myself struggled because I wanted to fit in and not be the outsider and to see if the grass is really green outside the fence of God's kingdom. I'm like Eve, tempted by the snake to take a bite of the big juicy red apple. I'm already an outsider with my race, and profession so I just wanted to fit in.

Some how God loves me to much to let me go. Or maybe I love God to much to repeat the sins of my forefathers and take the apple. Or it could be that in His strength, I can over come temptation and win this battle.

Whatever the case it's extremely hard but God is testing me in the fire so that I can come out as pure as gold.

As for my loneliness, God says, do not give up little one. I have a plan for you, a plan not to harm you a plan that will bless you.

HIS WILL BE DONE

Mae