It’s hard to put my finger on the “one thing” that led me to the place of utter brokenness. It happened over a period of time. I had come to the place where my allegiance was divided and I knew it. Although I had been raised in the church, other things took over my passions. I began to want things
The morning that my dad died was my day of reckoning. I knew I was in a mess, and I knew that particular day that it was time to let Him do something about it. Even though I was internally fearful that I had gone too far in the wrong direction, that day I decided to at least ask my Father if I could come home. I thought, “The risk of the rejection can’t be worse than the lie I’ve been living in.” I wondered inside what God’s response would be to a guy like me who knew better yet kept living wrong for so many years. Even so, I went for it.
My particular place of rescue ended up being a field behind my mom and dad’s house. I ran into that field that morning and cried out to God for mercy. To my surprise, He didn’t reject my begging heart. Instead, I felt
That day God let me come back. He gladly and mercifully named me among His own. That day He became my ONE THING. I was shocked, grateful, and overwhelmed with emotion. That day changed everything. From that day until this one, I can boldly say, “There is ONE THING that I desire and that is to dwell in the house of my God forever.” If you’ve not made the journey to that kind of brokenness, someday you will. And when you do, know this; He will let you come home too!