Praise God for Tattered Dreams

Once upon a time, sin kept me separated from God. Without Him in my life, I pursued worldly goals in hopes of making myself feel whole.

My busyness was halted by a stroke when I was thirty-three. I asked God, "Why me?" but it was more accusation than question. And He didn't answer.

A few years later, I realized I needed to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord to be on speaking terms with God. When I fully accepted that Jesus Christ was born, died, and resurrected so God would forgive any sins I've ever committed or may commit, I felt whole for the first time in my life. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders.

Before my stroke, I didn't have time to learn about the Father, Son, or Holy Spirit. Now that's what I do 24-7.

God answers my "What's next, Father?" question each time I ask.

How could I possibly not PRAISE GOD FOR TATTERED DREAMS?

Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ
Ephesians 5:20

-- E. E. Laine