I’m laying down to put my little one to bed tonight, listening to these words: “It’s Your breath in our lungs. So we pour out our praise, We pour out our praise.”
Wow. It’s true. My breath doesn’t even belong to me. It’s His. And I’m bought with a price. He bought my sins, paying me eternal life!
My body is not my own. My life is not my own.
I feel so blessed to know this. I feel so lucky to be redeemed!
I went to hear a speaker tonight for my homeschool co-op. He is an LDS man who is an author and relationship coach. The presentation wasn’t LDS-based, but I was astounded watching him teach such beautiful truths based on his personal worldview. With light in his eyes and such a beauty in his countenance.
They do have light. I have to admit. Because he loves Jesus. He teaches parents to be compassionate as Jesus is. I think he has an understanding that works well enough. It’s blessing his life and enabling him to do a lot of good in the world.
(One quote I really liked from him was “Only the One who loves perfectly has the right to administer retributions.” Parents need to focus less on rewards and punishments and more on love, because kids won’t change their character without love anyway.)
So yes, Mormons are generally good people. It’s a “good enough” belief system.
And at the same time, that personal belief system wasn’t right for me. I didn’t want “good,” I wanted truth. I wanted a more pure connection with God.
And so, I feel blessed to be delivered. I was praying tonight, Thank You for choosing me Lord! Thank you for coming to me. It was nothing I did. He manifested himself for me.
“No one can come to me unless the Father who sent me draws them.” (John 6:44)
It’s a privilege to give my life to God. To have His breath in my lungs. To be bought with a price — I willingly give Him all I am.
I was pondering how nice and easy my life was just a mere decade ago. Three kids. Pretty easy ones (except for the day my rambunctious toddler scraped bricks all over my husband’s car…. the week after he had already painted the couch and curtains with acrylic paint). But all in all, pretty easy.
I wouldn’t have asked God for truth back then. I didn’t need Him so much. Life was good.
But man, throw another couple kids in there – with extreme mood swings, hyperactivity, and oppositional behaviors.
Life wasn’t fun anymore.
But it’s a damn good thing God sent me those problems and invited me to fall on my knees.
I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I needed him.
He beckoned me.
Then more problems came.
And he scraped me up off the floor and into his arms.
So yes, I praise God that he found me. That I’m free!
I heard an ex-Mormon say the “Keys” in the LDS church are keys locking us inside a prison. Wow.
Hell lost another one! I am free. I am free. Hell lost another one! I am free.
All I Possess 