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A call to redemption
<p>"You can’t be angry at God," they told me.</p><p>"They don’t understand," I said.</p><p>Of course they didn’t.</p><p>No one can bridge the gap between a Father and His child </p><p> no outsider can force reconciliation. Both must be ready.</p><p>He was always ready, waiting for my ice cold heart to melt.</p><p>But I was stubborn. Angry.</p><p>And when we’re angry, we make rash decisions.</p><p>I was foolish enough to think I could do life on my own.</p><p>My ruin began the day I decided I knew it all.</p><p>I turned away from the Redeemer and chased redemption down the path of destruction.</p><p>Woe I brought upon myself out of ignorance.</p><p>And still, He didn’t give up on me.</p><p>The salvation I thought I found couldn’t satisfy the hunger within.</p><p>Food turned to ash in my mouth.</p><p>The wind no longer kissed my face.</p><p>The warmth of human touch became distant.</p><p>I was the very definition of wasted.</p><p>My heart grew darker as the clouds hid the sun.</p><p>I nurtured my demons and hid from my Father.</p><p>“He can’t help me,” I thought.</p><p>My soul withered to dust.</p><p>The bright spirit of youth died.</p><p>Anger faded. Hate vanished. Stubbornness dissolved.</p><p>And then came hunger , a hunger for the Spirit, for love, for Him.</p><p>"He's always waiting for you," the words lingered in my mind as tears streamed down my face.</p><p>I fell to my knees, hands folded, head bowed to the ground.</p><p>What a terrible mistake it had been to think I could do this alone.</p><p>"Father…" I called softly, trembling, as I wept.</p>
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