It is hard to say when in my youth I decided that my ideas and plans were better than God’s. Somewhere along the way my brokenness, my families brokenness, and the brokenness all around me just seemed too much for God to bear. It was easier to push it aside. Years went by and I did what I wanted. But slowly I realized that it was me that could not bear the weight. That only Jesus could do that.Edit

I can look back now at the narrow path that wound me back to church. A friend, a coworker, a song, a book. All pointing. All moving me along. I was ready to walk through those doors but lacked the courage. I am so grateful for the challenges, joys, and community that happen when I pass through these doors. 

  
14 “Therefore, behold, I will allure her,

and bring her into the wilderness,

and speak tenderly to her. 

15 And there I will give her her vineyards

and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope.

And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth,

as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt.

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