I Owe Him My LIFE...

Every once in a while, I get in a reflective mood. I start to think about the events of my life and how the hand of God has kept me...through everything. I can't help but give him praise. When I think of his goodness and his mercy....my heart is overwhelmed with gratefulness. The devil has tried to kill me several different ways, several different times.
A couple of years ago, he almost succeeded. He had killed my spirit, stolen my joy, and wounded my faith. I began to question everything I ever believed. I was angry at God and while I still believed he existed, I wanted nothing to do with him. I was spiritually and emotionally dead and living a lifestyle that would have had me physically following suit soon after. I was depressed and broken. I remember calling my mom and telling her that the devil was trying to kill me. I believe that...even to this day. I was afraid, because I knew he was close. I asked her to pray for me and I did the only thing I knew to do...I went back to church. I knew that God was there and if I could just make it there, I would find my way back to him. I remember praying when I left...it was the 1st time I had talked to God in almost a year. I remember saying "God, please...help me. I don't know what else to do or where else to go. I need you..." I was crying uncontrollably. I couldn't even get anymore words out. It was at that moment of total surrender that I heard God say "I never left you. I've been here all along waiting for you to come back to me." His voice calmed my spirit and his peace fell on me. That night, I RESTED for the 1st time in about 2 years. Everything was different from that point on. He, literally, snatched me out of the enemy's hands. When the devil had me thinking my life was over. God said "You will live and NOT die." When the devil said that I would never know happiness again. God said "Not so. You WILL have joy." I owe him my praise, my worship...my LIFE. Because it's only by his grace that I live. Thank you, God!