I’m sure of God.
I did not always trust God. I was not always sure of God. I look back on life and can see all the ways He attempted to stop me, help me, redirect me, love me or give me wisdom. Man fell down on the job countless times yet every time, this God Whom I barely recognized was always rooting me onward. Being sure of God was the furthest from my mind. I had not had the deep realization of His life inside me even when I was in complete disagreement with His love, security or identity. As a matter of fact, I understand now that though my dad was not a good dad (though he did the best he could with what he knew) – God was still a good Dad to him AND to me and my family. You seen, religion will tell you God camps outside to make sure you get your act together in order for Him to be pleased. But, instead it is just opposite. HE camps INSIDE until you know Him and until you recognize His presence and until you can say with your own mouth – I’m sure of God.
What a Father. I was blown away when I realized how faithful God is – we have Father – Who is our Architect. We have Christ, His Son Who is Creator and we have Spirit Who leads us back into the Three Who live inside us the one. It is personal and it is public and it is real and it is authentic. No matter where you are – there they are.
You can be in the filthiest pig pen of confusion and unbelief and Those Three are right there with you prodding you into Their heart for you until you turn and get out of the mess. We are His and there is no running away. LOVE that about Them.Yes, you can say you are sure of God and I can say, I’m sure of God.