Lost and found

I feel I should explain what is going on in my life so as to try to make sense of some of the disjointed ramblings that are roaming through my head.

With my life in turmoil (not to mention an entire world unhappy with war and greed and suffering) I turned to a God that I did not really believe in and begged for help. Help not just with my life but the chaos that humanity has chosen to become.

“What do you want?” appeared to be the reply. “Well I want to be rich and successful and not worry anymore” I answered hoping for a winning lottery ticket or other escape from my pain, but instead God simply said “Why?”

I argued my case thoughtfully and thoroughly as to why the perception of riches would make me happy, an argument that lasted many weeks as I contemplated such reward.

God listened. Supported me through my tears as I told my story, and the story of my fears. And when I finished my weeks of going on about all that I thought was me, God said “Why?” and I realise all I want, all anyone wants is to be free.

But freedom has no price tag. Freedom is a way of life. Freedom knows no pain and suffering unless you chose to create that yourself.

I thought life was about employment and owning pretty things. But the prettiest thing is Freedom. A freedom found with Him.

I see things very differently from how I did before, not only am I free to live, but I’m not hurting anymore. I know that I am blessed and lucky to know Him. I now know of my journey and know it’s nearly time for us begin.

Scared? Yes, I’m petrified. My decisions are not all my own. But I trust my Glorious Master that I will never walk alone.

So if you see me/us your street please don’t look away. Instead join in with  us for everyday is judgement day….

Love you all so much right now,

Barticus