I was so glad to be reading at a place in this book that I could understand a little better. When I would read where Jesus was speaking I would try hard to understand. He was the one that Joy had asked me those questions about. I knew I needed to pay attention.
Some of his parables were hard to understand. When I made my way to the one about “the woman at the well”, I understood every word. It stabbed me in my heart. She was me. Jesus was talking to me directly through this parable. I was amazed that he knew all about her and still loved her and forgave her.
I cried for a very long time. I stained the pages with my tears. I had not prayed an outloud prayer but my heart had. I closed the book and straightened myself up before my family returned home.
I never spoke to them much about my reading the bible and today was no different. I did not understand salvation yet and could not put a name on what had happened to me, I only knew things were different after that day. I looked at things through different eyes and heard things with different ears.
I kept quiet about what I had experienced for quite a while. I just kept reading with my new eyes. I was like a sponge. I couldn’t wait to read more.
That was 37 years ago now. My story is very different from many. I did not walk to the alter in a church. No one was present but myself and the Lord. I learned from him and his word.
I knew I could trust that through his word I would find what I needed. He fed me with food convenient for me as I trusted him, and only him for a good while.
He was truly my personal shepherd and we shared months together before I sought to find pasture with other sheep.
I knew I needed to find a place to join others that loved and knew him too. My family didn’t know him yet, so I went in search of a new family that I could join and be a part of.
It was a long hard search. He had given me discernment to know that not all people believed the way he had personally taught me. I prayed and trusted him as I went in search of a place to put down roots and grow.
His spirit was my guide and I followed and listened carefully. Sunday became my day to visit many Churches, of different type. I knew I could trust my shepherd to lead me to the right pasture. When I arrived, I knew, and put down roots.
Today most people who know me are amazed at how much of scripture I have committed to memory. It is a powerful tool to have. There were times along the way that I wished I hadn’t learned it so well.
During times of my life when I was wandering from the fold, it felt like a curse instead of a blessing. After all it is referred to as the Sword of the Lord. He has used it on me many times. I have learned to trust it for answers for everything. It is truth and truth will always be truth, even when it hurts. If God says it, I believe it, and that settles it!
“I love my bible, it is where I met Jesus, or he met with me, and it is where I found Life.”
Ms Linda Darlene