Reflections of 52 years – My Exodus & Promised Land
What a joy to turn 52 years old! I live life surrounded by amazing people, full of adventure, growth and challenges. I stand on a foundation, years in the making, of evidence of the goodness and faithfulness of God. I am grateful for the view from this point in my life. I look back and see all I have learned, how I’ve grown and what I’ve overcome. I look to the future with hope and determination to see the redemption of all that is unresolved or painful now. My history, these 52 years I’ve lived so far are such a mixture, but in it all I see the constant pursuit of God. He persisted in pursuing me. I see His love, convincing me. I see my choices; first to run and hide. My choice to despair and try to earn my rescue. I see my season of giving up and the dark, tear and blood stained tries of brokenness and pain when I let unworthiness overwhelm me. I see God’s pursuit; His unrelenting and fierce love for me. He never gave up on me. I did, but He did not. Even at my ...