Ever made a truly great choice or decision? I made one, crying out to God in my utter despair and having me accept me in my broken state to serve His Will for my life and the purposes He alone determined for my future. That single moment of clarity and assurance, not in self but in the Sovereign God of the Universe was the single best and probably only good decision in my entire, inadequately and arguably most wasted existence.

Sure, I made money, had conquests, won fights and did some things that most would say were stupid but were intended to be cool at the time. I loved people mostly too much so that it hurt because I never could seem to get the balance thing right. Either I was loved to little or vise versa, resulting in eventual decrease and separation for lack of a commitment. Too bad I was never able to associate one with the other and serve God together with someone.

Now, I weep as so many refuse to cry out to God in their greatest moment of need, seeking searching for someone, something or the money to free themselves from the things that Jesus has already competed. People aren’t just worried now their panicking. I see it in their eyes, hear it in their trembling voices and yet it still is all going to be alright. Why? Because this is God’s Plan not ours and He knows we will come around even if we have to experience separation and wrath to reach that point of brokenness.

Simple is really what we all really needed. Sustainable property, family, friends and a dedication to working it out together. Even planning for the difficult times in advance, knowing fully that when it all started to fall apart about our ears that we would never be separated from God’s Promises and the hope of family, friends and faith. It may be late in the game to acquire that opportunity but for those prayerful few, I suggest it. After all in the worst moments the only thing that makes the difference between success and horrific failure is the wonderful first decision we all made in choosing Jesus.

It really doesn’t matter the level of my failure, for God chooses broken vessels like me to change the world. How, people know that I am not the origin of the works and miracles He continues to do in my life. That allows all the glory and all the awareness to be dedicated to Him. None would argue that He has allowed me to endure where others including myself would have miserably failed, yet here am I. I love my enemies which means I certainly love my Family and Friends. This is not about me but about the fact that He loves you so much He saved me to tell you that. The only accolade I may personally observe is that although I have never been worthy, nor does that matter much, what does matter is that I was broken or smart enough to cry out in pain for salvation. I’ll leave it to you to determine which it was, but nothing really matters but that first good decision.