I thought I didn’t have much of a story to share, but Jesus said, “Go Tell.” It’s not about how great my story is (or is not) but about HIS story.
How was I going to hear God? How would I hear His “WHISPER” to me? I remembered those verses from John 10, “I am the good Shepherd. I know my own and my own know me,” and realized it was by knowing Him that I would hear Him.
Jesus’ question to Peter reverberates through history and into my own heart, begging an answer from me as surely as from Peter. How I answer His question “Who do you say that I am?” is as much about me as it is about Him.
There’s nothing like a near-death experience to make you look long and hard at your life and decide if how you’re living is how Jesus wants you to live. That moment happened for me five months ago today, when my husband and I took our younger daughters to go horseback riding.
God could easily respond with a big, loud NO when we cry to Him. But He doesn’t. He is quick to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger.