Eight years ago I became a Christian, and I thought you may enjoy my first journal entry written with a regenerate heart:
What a fool I’ve been.
God has been a comforter to me- a safety net- a possibility.
I have stayed awake wishing for a love so beautiful it would leave me speechless- how could I miss the love so beautiful it leaves me breathless?
I want to serve you.
I want to follow.
I want to live everyday to do you work.
I feel born again- I see more clearly than I knew was possible.
Blessed be your name.
That’s neat. I had so many dreams then. Dreams to bring glory to God through acting, or marriage, or writing. And here I am – 8 years later – and my life holds none of those dreams fulfilled, but I can’t find regret in my heart – just gratitude. For a Father who has made a Covenant to protect me, even from my dreams; a Father who has given me new and greater dreams; the Father who has promised to keep me in Him and bring me into the sweetest joy possible – enjoyment of Him.
I’m really glad He delights in His glory and that He will act for His name sake. That surely is the greatest gift and promise I have.