Looking for the One

As I contemplated what to write, I thought it was only appropriate to begin with sharing a little about myself. Many times people begin by sharing a testimony of their whole lives. My journey has been full of many testimonies and it would be difficult to write about my whole life up until this point in one blog article so I will share snippets of my journey.

Lately, one thing that has fascinated me is how many times God reached out to us before we ever made that decision to live for Him. Looking back, I can now see so many instances when He was definitely calling me though I did not realize it then. This is one of those instances.

A little context, if you had asked me at the time, I would have told you I was a Christian. Christianity for me meant attending church preferably every week, volunteering to help at church and attending any additional events they had going on at church. Outside of these times, the message preached at church would promptly vanish from my mind as soon as I stepped outside the church building perhaps because it was never fully received anyway. I never opened my Bible and the concept of relationship with God eluded me. I simply did not understand it. I prayed to God when I was in trouble and hoped He would help. Now I know what I had was religion not relationship.

My boyfriend at the time, a Christian with similar beliefs as mine, was sleeping over at my place. I don’t recall discussing anything about God or anything else that would have prompted the dream I had. That night I had a very vivid dream. In the dream, I spoke with a little boy I knew was my son. It was communication without words. We could read each other’s hearts. I was telling him that I was so proud of him. I loved him so much. It was a great maternal love. The dream had an ethereal quality to it and what I can only describe as a glorious atmosphere in it. Even after I woke up, I still felt this atmosphere around me.

Instinctively, I knew two things. I knew I had just spoken to my son and another more important thing was that I knew God had given me this dream. I knew it with every fibre of my being. I had never had any children and I do not have any children today. I don’t know what it was about children, possibly a child in my future that I needed to know about but that dream awakened me to the possibility that God could be way bigger than I thought He was at that time of my life.

The first thing I did was tell my boyfriend, “I saw my son!”. He looked at me like I was crazy. I probably looked it too. I was so certain. The dream brought hope into my life. A life that was otherwise mundane and at times full of pain, it spoke of better things to come in my future. I clung to that hope and gratitude welled in my heart for this God who could so easily give me the gift of hope.

“Surely there is a future, and your hope will not be cut off” – Proverbs 23:18

Years later, I still remember this dream. It was one touch in a series of touches from God that led me back on the right path – to Him. I have come to know Him as a God who does not give up easily. Psalm 100:3 says, “Know that the Lord, He is God. It is He who has made us, and not we ourselves; we are His people and the sheep of His pasture.”

This is how God cares for His own, “As a shepherd seeks out his flock on the day he is among his scattered sheep, so will I seek out My sheep and deliver them from all the places where they were scattered on a cloudy and dark day. I will feed My flock, and I will make them lie down, says the Lord God.

I will seek what was lost and bring back what was driven away, bind up the broken and strengthen what was sick…You are My flock, the flock of My pasture; you are men, and I am your God, says the Lord God.” (Ezekiel 34:12, 15, 16, 31)

You are not too far gone..