In high school I set aside the boundaries established by society, and it was all so confusing. I was clueless as far as establishing a plan for my life. Rebellion was the norm.
One day I came out of my bedroom and went into the living room. Mom must not have known that I was home and asked, “where have you been?” To which I replied, “in my room.” Then she wanted to know what I had been doing. I told her I was reading the Bible – the entire book of Matthew. You should have seen the shock on her face.
Another time I read the book of Ezekiel. I don’t know why. I remember reading the third chapter, specifically about the watchman who is to warn others of God’s impending judgment. It states that if the watchman doesn’t warn others their blood will be on his hands – i.e. God will hold him accountable for not giving the warning.
I remember praying, asking God, “Are You talking to me?” It seemed as if God was speaking directly to me. And that was confusing. So I just kept reading.
The thirty third chapter is almost word for word the same as the third chapter. I reread both the third and thirty third chapters again and again. All the while asking what it meant and if God was talking to me. I could not understand why God would be speaking to me. Nor could I understand why these two chapters would be what God would want to say to me.
I would say this has been God’s call on my life. The timing still amazes me. I was so rebellious and yet God through His Word was revealing His plan for my life.