Edge of Myself

At the end of myself, standing on my sin like a cliff ledge. I led myself here, not by turning away from my God, but by forgetting you were even there. I indulged in everything sinful. I purposely stepped onto unstable rock and waited for it to slide out from underneath me. When it started to give way, and I felt myself slipping, you reached out and held on to me, but not before I caught a glimpse of how far I could fall and what was waiting for me at the bottom of the ravine. Just as I sat myself lying lifeless on the boulders and being carried away by the waters, I also began to see how you were with me the entire time. You never gave up on me. You filled my life with believers who would share their words with me. You put in me a craving the read your word — to hear your gospel preached. You pulled me back from the edge and set me down in an open field with the way to you marked clearly in the grass. You tuned my ears to your voice and turned my heart golden as the first sunlight. I’m yours now, because my way led to ruin and I could not make it through this life without your guiding hands.