Ever since coming home after a year and a half of living an adventurous life abroad, I began to watch as my life seemed to unravel before me. It has been four months since I came home to Washington State after living in the Hawaiian Islands, India and Africa. I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide to go there. No, had my plans worked out the way I wanted them too, who knows where I’d be now. It was a gradual process of my life spiraling or of control until I hit rock bottom that started me that journey. But then I met someone who gave my life purpose, filled the void inside of me. He told me to go to those places and bring light everywhere I go.
Jesus, God of the universe sent me there.
I know a lot of people will read that, scoff, roll their eyes and potentially stop reading right there. And if so, that’s alright, I won’t be offended. This is more for myself than anyone else. But if you keep reading, I promise my life story ties into Mizahar.
So here it is.
Coming home, life was radically different from what I had been living. Jesus took me on crazy adventures, doing wild things and seeing the supernatural as heaven met earth in a tremendous clash of good verses evil. But as time went on here at home, I allowed myself to get drawn back into my old life. It wasn’t intentional, it sort of just happened as I slowly allowed myself to grow lazy and stop focusing on what was important. It was innocent things at first, things that didn’t look too bad. But over time they absorbed all my attention, attention that should have been directed towards the one who truly deserved it, the one who made life worth living.
Amidst my bouts of laziness, I found Mizahar.
Today I was stunned by a revelatio...
Jesus, God of the universe sent me there.
I know a lot of people will read that, scoff, roll their eyes and potentially stop reading right there. And if so, that’s alright, I won’t be offended. This is more for myself than anyone else. But if you keep reading, I promise my life story ties into Mizahar.
So here it is.
Coming home, life was radically different from what I had been living. Jesus took me on crazy adventures, doing wild things and seeing the supernatural as heaven met earth in a tremendous clash of good verses evil. But as time went on here at home, I allowed myself to get drawn back into my old life. It wasn’t intentional, it sort of just happened as I slowly allowed myself to grow lazy and stop focusing on what was important. It was innocent things at first, things that didn’t look too bad. But over time they absorbed all my attention, attention that should have been directed towards the one who truly deserved it, the one who made life worth living.
Amidst my bouts of laziness, I found Mizahar.
Today I was stunned by a revelatio...
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