Power in the Blood

Creation cries out that God exists; no one can deny it. The void in my heart confirmed it. Still, I couldn't wrap my head around it. Something was missing. Confusion and fear surrounded me. 

I was lost in a maze. 

In order to fit in, I wore a mask and discovered a few Shortcuts. Sure, I had to cross a line with myself, but what my family didn't know wouldn't hurt them; or so I thought. I found a way to get respect without responsibility; pleasure without pain. For a season these crooked paths excited me and made me feel smart. But, like a lab rat, I kept pushing the lever to get the desired response until the stimulus quit working. My life became a series of disasters, and I was headed down, ever faster, to destruction. 

I was backed into a corner and called on the name of the Lord. Like turning a light bulb on in a dark room; darkness retreated at the speed of light. Real love, the genuine article stood in stark contrast to the counterfeit, which never made me truly happy. 

Sin had separated me from God, leaving me without hope. But I was sure if I got close enough to touch the hem of His garment, I would be healed.

Being a witness of the power of Jesus name, I knew God had a plan for the world, and a plan for me.

God's Plan