It's a Rescue Mission

Six years ago you saved my life.
Two thousand years ago you rescued me.
Today you continue to pursue my heart.

These are the words that flowed so easily from pen to paper. Today, April 15th, is the anniversary of your sparing my life.

But today is different. Something is new. My thoughts are just as reflective as last years, but the words don't come... something has changed.

I pick up last year's journal to read...

Daddy God,
Happy Anniversary... to you!
It's the day you chose to spare my life ... not "me"
for I am nothing with out your purpose(s) to live for.
Thank you for the year I've experienced.
I've slept in a car, on the floor, in hotels and on the mission field.
I've spent time with family and friends over coffee or a meal.
I've met strangers that became friends, and known friends that became strangers.
What a blessing to get to serve you!

I pick up my pen...

Abba Father,
On this our anniversary, I thank you!
for giving me life... today's, tomorrow's, and eternity's.
for lifting burdens, opening doors, and unwrapping your mysteries.
Your love for me is unconditional, it can't be earned, and is never deserved
You pursued me... and came speaking peace.
You spared my life... your life in me.

You restored my soul... and are restoring life.

I pick up my cross ... this life is not mine, but instead your rescue mission.

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