As I was crying God was calling me home. I had sidestepped away from God years earlier, still believing in Him but this belief was not impacting on the way I lived my life. Prior to moving to London I had heard about the Hillsong Church campus there. I knew that I would check it out sometime during my stay. But it was only when I hit rock bottom that Friday afternoon that I decided to check it out two days later.
That Sunday when I stood across the road from church I looked to my right and there was Oxford Street, in fact there was the spot I had stood two days earlier when my meltdown had begun. Coincidence? I don’t think so. Perhaps God wanted me to stand across the road from His house (church) and look at how far I had come (literally and emotionally), to remind me that He plans for me.
When I recently heard the song “Glorious Day” by Kristian Stanfill I was transported back to those days in 2007, when I hit rock bottom and when I looked up to see God. The lyrics resonate deep in my heart… “You called my name and I ran out of that grave, out of the darkness into your glorious day.” At my rock bottom when I was sitting across the road from a graveyard just feeling so hopeless and lost I began to hear God’s voice calling me home. Two days later I walked into church and it was my glorious day! The day I came home.
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