When I left God several years ago I was a moral person. I didn’t want to admit it but I was really a hypocrite. I was a goody-two-shoes. Blinded to my sin of pride and self-righteousness. I foolishly let my sin come between me and God. When I became an honest sinner that is when I saw my need for a savior. God showed me my sin was the same as murder. In 2007 God gave me a dream that I had murdered someone. It was so real, so frightening and I could feel the weight of my sin. It was unbearable for me to bear. I cried out to God to show me who I murdered. In the dream, I saw myself looking in a deep, deep grave. Then I would wake up terrified. “God, who did I murder?” As I sobbed, “Please Lord show me! I can’t take the weight of my sin any longer.” I picked up my Bible crying. As I opened it up to Genesis 6:3 it was underlined in my bible. The first part of that verse says; And the Lord said, My spirit shall not always strive with man.
Next to that verse, I had written DO NOT MURDER YOUR SOUL. I started crying and knew it was my soul that I was murdering. Thank God for his love, mercy, and grace. He is the Good Shepard that comes and brings us home.
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