"But You have lovingly delivered my soul from the pit of corruption, For You have cast all my sins behind Your back." Isaiah 38:17413Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJWtNM9iHFB
God saving me is a miracle.
I know it doesn't have the flashy, jaw-dropping effect as what the word would bring to mind.
I didn't have a detrimental health issue suddenly heal. Neither an encounter with some celestial, angelic host.
If I could sit across from the reader and talk over a glass of Dr. Pepper, maybe I'd go into detail over other goosebump-raising instances that one may be inclined to disbelieve without the proof which I lack.
Like the time after a terrible fight with my family, I stormed upstairs, flung myself onto my bed, and cried out for God to bring my cat that I had lost three months before back. Why I asked this, I have no idea, but she had been my favorite pet. I fell asleep only to be awakened to my parents bringing my cat into my room, explaining she randomly showed up.
There are other things, but instead what I wish to tell is how I was saved from, well, me.
Growing up in the Bible belt of America, I knew scripture. I knew that Jesus died for my sins as God's own son and was raised from the dead. I could quote them from heart, impress my grandma, but I didn't know the God I spoke of.
After years of rejection from those who should have loved me and cared for me, I finally stopped caring and decided to chase my own desires. It led me onto a dark path.
One day, I reached the end of that path and was confronted by everything I was trying so desperately to escape from: emptiness, pain, and brokenness. Numb and sobbing, I prayed something to the affect of, "I know You have to punish me, but please let me feel Your love."
In that moment, I felt this immense sensation of breathtaking emotion that was love, it was unreal. I can't describe it, just that even though I thought I had loved people and felt loved, I had hardly scratched the surface of what love truly is meant to be.
I wish I could pen (or type) how it felt, like being blind all your life then seeing for the first time (which I know is overused), but even that is a lacking analogy.
Still, God saved me from my own destruction with His love. Though I'm not perfect and fail miserably constantly, I am beyond grateful for the miracle of forgiveness and love.
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