For a while I lingered there, the story of the woman from Samaria who had an encounter with Jesus at the well.
I understood the way he sought her, it's the way He sought me, the way He still does.
He made no demands, He knew she'd had enough demands made of her, knew all about her. He understood.
This morning, I read my words on another's blog. I was moved by my own redemption song, my story so beautifully raw and evidence of a gentle Savior.
I am praising God for this opportunity, this enlarging of my border.
Visit Kelly Basham's blog and join her series on the fruits of the spirit. Last month, it was joy, for August it is gentleness and she chose my words as the expression.
Here's an excerpt with the link to the post following. I am praying for the places these words will go, praying for the hearts that will come to know or be reminded of a gentle Jesus who invites us all in.
Do you ever feel like hiding your sins, even your doubts or sorrows? Are there times you know your heart has drifted back to who you were before redemption? It’s a dangerous place, deciding to be who we were for fear of never being enough for Jesus.