Recently, I heard of a gal who is 16 and pregnant. It broke my heart, because even though I don’t know her very well, I remember thinking nearly a year ago that someone needed to step in and invite this gal to church. It was supposed to be me. I failed. I never “got around” to asking her to come to church. Or go to any church. I never went back to try to create a relationship with her. I feel like when I give my account to God, this may be included in one of the times I was prompted by the Holy Spirit and I didn’t follow through. My heart is quite broken about this, in all honesty. Don’t try to make me feel better by saying “It probably wouldn’t have made a difference” or something like that. Now, we won’t know because I didn’t do what I was supposed to.
I accepted Jesus as my savior when I was a small child. I lived for only myself until the past few years of my life when I realized it’s not about me, it’s about Him. Even now, when I consider myself a “good person” and my soul is saved, I still slip up. Thank God for His grace! Even though I fail, He still has the victory. I have victory through Him.
I’m not giving up. I’m going to try to develop a relationship with this gal who has been blessed with a little life to come. I’m going to try to convince her to choose life if she’s considering other options. Step up with me church. Let’s make a difference! I’m tired of making excuses about why I’m not doing more for God, aren’t you?