There was a time in my early 20s when I was rebelling against God, living life my own way. Honestly, I was angry, because it seemed like I had trusted Him, yet in my mind He had not yet come through for me.
I stopped praying and started making my own path without him. I wasn’t happy. I stopped caring.
Then out of nowhere, I had a dream. In the dream I was taken to the edge of a cliff. Below was a raging sea and behind me was safety. In the dream I heard a voice speak and say, “You can jump into the storm or you can run to safety, but you can’t stay in this spot.”
When I woke up, I knew my life needed to change. The storm in my dream was frightening, yet I realized with each of my choices I was diving head first into destruction. From that moment, I decided to turn back into the arms of God.
The hurt and confusion in my life didn’t disappear, but I decided walking with him—even when I didn’t understand hurt, was better than the chaotic path I was making on my own.
