I grew up going to church every Sunday morning and Sunday night.
And Wednesday night too.
Oh, yeah. And visitation on Tuesday night.
If the doors were open, my family was there.
Then came the days of my youth to early adult.
And wild living.
Cirrhosis of the liver.
And the hospital.
And near death.
And I remember lying on the hospital bed in Intensive Care, looking up at the ceiling, calling once again on the God of my childhood.
Asking for His forgiveness.
Asking for His mercy.
Asking for Jesus.
And it was on that hospital bed, thinking of those days when I sat in the backseat of my father's car, riding to church with the rest of the family...
That I received His forgiveness.
That I received His grace.
That I received a second chance.
And that I received...
I recall all you have done, O LORD; I remember your wonderful deeds of long ago.
- Psalm 77:11 (NLT) PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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