Head on Collision
I was a broken women; my life was shattered in a million
pieces. In a bed, on my back in a dark
dusty room crying out to God, “I don't want to die but I don't know how to
live.” It was in that very moment when
my brokenness and surrender collided. I
had come to the end of myself and the beginning of my maker. For the first time I could honesty say I heard
the voice of God. “It is finished,”
whispered to my soul. Up until that moment, I had believed that Jesus was for
you but not for me. In that moment, my
story and His story intersected and once again, a still quiet voice whispered,
“ now I can use you.”
Cris
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