Follow and Listen, it's going to be worth it.

 If you know me, or follow me on social media,  you know I take my faith, or should I say, belief in Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior seriously. 

I wasn't always that way I'm ashamed to admit.  There was a time in my life that preferred being 'cool' over being faithful.  Surprising to me is the fact that just a few short years prior,  I was considering entering become a Pastor. Now at the later stage of life I sometimes wish I might have; but, the Holy Spirit reminds me that,yes you (me) might have been selected to serve, you'll come into that role of service in time. In other words,  He has a plan, be patient and it will be revealed to you.  Just keep on doing what you're doing.  Okay Lord, your word is law.

Maybe it's because I am getting older, I don't know,  but I find myself more desirous having that closer, 'in person' relationship with Jesus that I've often heard others exclaim. 

I've said several times that I look to the day that I can hug Him. If you've ever seen the painting 'First Seconds in Heaven', you know the total joy in that young lady's face as she's embracing the Lord. I want that moment. Very much so. 

If you've read those words printed in red in the Bible and haven't felt love for the man who said them, read them again, and if that doesn't do it, read them again.  

If you've ever seen any episode of the series The Chosen, you probably feel like I do. Jonathan Roumi, who portrays Jesus in the series, loves the man, whom he's portraying and it shows. Every episode I've ever watched I find myself smiling in the most happiest of moods. Remember my comment about choosing cool over faithful? Cool would have been one of the twelve chosen. Imagine what it must have been like to be with Him each moment. Being there when Lazarus came out? Way cool. 

While I love my family and my friends and for the most part, I enjoy my life, I know what awaits. For now, I just have to follow that voice I asked to come into my heart. If I follow it completely and more closely,  who can imagine what I might see?

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