91:14 Because he has given me his love, I will take him out of danger: I will put him in a place of honour, because he has kept my name in his heart.
I read comments on my Facebook when I had one of my post published on the homepage... They had discussion about the true name of God. Though to each of their own, they all have opinions of how they want to call God. There are MANY names to the Lord. Because we all spoke in different languages and over the years, words have changed.
Back in the beginning when God created Adam and Eve, I am sure that they called Him differently than we have nowadays. I don't know how to really find the proof of what He used to be or what He was called. But does it matter now that the world have changed so much verbally and languages, how we are suppose to call God? As long as we believe in WHO He is and what we are referring to, why does it matter how He is called? We can all even call Him "Daddy" for all anybody cares.
God is the Father, the First and Last... True God and the Lord.. Alpha and Omega.
I am not good in this feild of witnessing to others anymore as I used to ... I would love to put my writing into that good purpose but I am not too sure just how well my writing would reach out to the lost souls or hungry souls. "I have lead one lost soul in my whole Christian life to God and I loved the feeling of watching her grow and edgar for Him. Watching her was the thank I can get... and I feel complete in what I have done for God in her life.
And now that I have three new souls to be responsible for... I am very worried and concern how to teach them about God. I grew up never understanding. I can imagine just about everybody didn't understand completely about God Himself.
I became more understanding in what God was and who He was when I was 15 years old. But I went churches all of my life and I always hear about Him, my mom always had us pray with thanksgiving, simple as saying, "Thank You for momma and the cats, tree and houses... "
The moment I got saved, it was amazing. I had the eyes of God, I saw people the way He saw them. Heartbroken, lost and hurt... those who are saved, are complete, in peace and loved. I never saw the gender of others, the color of their skins or ages at all. I saw their souls.
It all happened when I went to camping. I stayed for a week and I treated everybody the same. I loved every one of them the way God would. I could feel His anxious for their attentions, their love and their commitment in having relationship with God.
At that time, my house was broken up. My brother had already moved out on his own, having been over 18 years old... [long later did I find out the truth behind what happened to my sister] she had run away from home and my other sister was already taken away when I was only an infant. Therefore it was just me and my mother.
She was unstabled. Her mental was in the dark, her verbal was in for the damages... she had raised me horribly. I was sadly abused in all ways and shape, except for physical and sexually, though I have been verbally sexually abused by her.
So when I returned home from camping, I had forgotten God altogether. He had faded into non-existance and my life became invisible and I became nobody. I was totally worthless for the next three years of my life. I hid from the world in my small bedroom, drowned in music and reading.
I was suppose to be home schooled but after my sister have run away from home [as it turned out, my mother kicked her out of the house] my mom was busy in depression, self-pity and destructive while she had to go to court to deal with the sister situtation.
So I was totally forgotten by her.
The next three and an half years I was known as backsliding Christian. For years, I believed in having to earn God's love and in order to do so, I had to be perfect. But then when I have told my counselor about my mistaken belief, she had reminded me nobody is perfect. That God would take us the way we are and then He will work on us from there on.
One night, I have been totally defeated that I have fallen on my knees and cried out to God, telling Him in how much I have given up on everything growing up. One last thing I have not done so was to give up IN Him and so I gave up and asked God to take me the way I was.
Sure enough, He took me in and lifted me up.
That relationship I had with God only lasted six months. Sadly, I fell and nobody helped me to remember what I once had with God. I couldn't go to church because the job was demanding. Then slowly my Christian family grew apart. I never heard from them again. They all have changed, as well.
On and off over the years, I tried desperately to find my way back with God. One thing I do remember hearing was just how much God wanted ONE thing from us.... being committed in our relationship with Him. Just like as if He was our husband [or wife].... And that totally clicked in my mind. That's the answer. Relationship is what God wanted from us. He wants us to love Him. He wants us to see Him as number One in our lives. He really wanted us to worship Him and only Him, nothing of this world to steal that from Him.
Nowadays, I really miss God. Even though I would pray every day for smallest things to biggest, for nothing too important to something majorly important... I am constantly always thanking Him for everything from the small things to the big.
I am depserately wanting to make God MY number One. What more is there to this life that can I live for if it isn't for God???