Bradenton Florida
At the age of 8 I knew I was destined for big things. Greater than my small frame. I knew I would always need to have a keen ear open to hear the voice of God. He started whispering secrets about my future love before I had even met him or had caught his eye. After all I was only 8. I would practice hearing his voice quite often. Sometimes, I would go to the library and think of the book I wanted. I would say, holy spirit lead me. I would then follow the directions all the way to the book. Sometimes It would scare me how real it was. I decided then and there that this was it. This was my life. I could either reject it, and follow along the path of every other wandering human searching for the meaning of life. Or I could accept that I knew it. Or I should say, I knew him. I saw him daily. I saw him in the eyes of my fellow classmates. I saw him in the trees outside my childhood home. I saw him in the dandy lions that would sway in our front lawn. By “I saw him” I just mean that I felt him near. He was always speaking and always listening to what I had to say. Like most 8 year old Sunday school goers I often memorized verses. The first entire book I memorized? James.
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We Are Sojourners
We Are Sojourners 