I’m ashamed of my indifference to pray for and interact with people I know who do not know Christ. I’ve been too afraid of rejection and worried more about me than them. I need to step up my praying and plead for ways that certain individuals I know come to a saving faith. Not only that I want to be better at following up, discipling, and showing genuine care and love for them. As our culture follows through on every person doing their own thing, I wonder if we can find ways to bring them to faith. But God is the one who saves, not us.
It doesn’t matter how messy life has become; it’s never too late for God to do a miracle. It’s never too late for God to restore your family, your health, your mind. It’s never too late for him to put your life back together. It’s never too late to heal the wounds inflicted on you over years. It’s never too late for Jesus to speak to you when you’re hanging on a cross in the middle of your guilt and the punishment you deserve. It’s not too late if you’re in a garbage dump and you don’t matter to anyone in this world.
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