Seven years ago, I was in what, to me, felt like a dungeon of despair. I was an addict who mourned a life she could only dream of. I remember the call of my spirit to be His girl again. I remember even in my sin and sorrow, His word was my conviction, and, it was my comfort. The dates in my Bible seem like a lifetime ago now, but what a difference seven years, and a marvelous Savior, can make!! I am grateful His hand is salvation, and He heard me even though my sins had hidden His face from me. My paths had undoubtedly been crooked, and finding my way back home was an arduous journey. Oh how thankful I am He heard the prayer of my soul, and no matter what, I will always be His child.
So, dear soul, remember this – the Lord’s hand is not shortened, that it cannot save; nor His ear heavy, that it cannot hear. No matter how far you run, no matter your struggle, He will hear you when you call out to Him. He is the loving Father who runs to meet you on your way home – you will always be His, and, He sees you afar off.