Okay, here’s the truth, for most of my teenage years I tried to ignore God. Why? Because even though I’d grown up going to church, I wasn’t living as I should. And if I thought about God I’d think about how disappointing (and downright sinful) I was. So it was easier to pretend that God wasn’t there and that he didn’t care.
That worked until I found myself in a dark pit. And when I was desperate, I dared to look up. My hope in God’s compassion started with the compassion I received from others. You see, my mother and grandmother’ Bible Study group reached out to me, even though I was seventeen and pregnant. They visited me and reached out to me. They invited me to lunch. They gave me a baby shower. Because of their compassion I dared to trust in God’s compassion, too.
Daring to hope, I prayed, “God, I screwed up big time. If you can do anything with my life, please do.” That one prayer was centered on trust. Trust that God was there, and he did care.
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