Into The Hands of God

He was there..right there, standing at the very edge of all eternity. It was time...his time. He had been leaning so far over the chasm that he could almost touch it, taste it, feel it yet something had been holding him back. His own self will perhaps? Doubt, fear of the unknown? Sure, all of us feel that way...I know I did. I stood at the edge for years before I let go...

But whatever it was, this morning was his time. He was ready, so ready in fact that he had prepared for this moment the previous day by selecting the very clothes he was wearing. Not the typical, ragged Harley T-Shirt but a nice, shortsleeve button up job, plaid of course because deep down he knew it was not only his time but his mom's time too...

His Mum had been ill for a decade, Alzheimer's slowly chipping away at her mind and deteriorating her body until today she was but a shell of the Mother he once knew. He knew it was her time to go home, to see her mom and daughter and others that had gone on before...it was time. He knew that soon, very soon that his dear Mother would touch the face of God...

So he went to church, the 8:30a early service which was rare. He'd only slept for a few restless hours in a chair by her bed-side but still, he was at church sitting there. Because It was his time...

And after the service and after praying with others for his mom he looked into the eyes of a friend and said that he was pretty sure that it was time, that right Now, this instant was THE time. He and his buddy met with the pastor and talked about what it meant to live for Jesus..again, it had become so obvious now to all who were present...it was his time.

So there at that very moment, standing high on the precipice that was his OLD Self, his old way of life, he accepted the Lord into his life. He had opened his heart and trusted that this was it, it was time, then he let go of himself, fell face forward out of his old life...right into the hands of GOD...