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Why I Chose Jesus?



Immature as I may be, I always was His sheep. My keen ma once told me that my chaperone was never far from me. His word, always with me like a surgeon with his scalpel you see. I made sure to keep it sharp, as the enemy always lingered and toyed with my heart. With ferocious darts, he pierced my holy mentality. As a child, I was innocent and vulnerable to the world's cruelty. Thus on many occasions, the bloodthirsty enemy pushed me inches from speeding trucks in the street, not to mention, he forced my hand to do vile evil while instilling tenacious fear into me. Suddenly my chaperone's patient love and kind voice told me "With the temptation, He will also make a way to escape, that I may be able to bear it". And till this day my supreme chaperone looks after me even in the presence of the enemy.
Later, as a teenaged sheep, I saw the world, and briefly, it looked attractive to me. Thus began my soul's descent into depravity, arguments and altercations became my bedtime tea, empowered by feisty music that made my ears ring daily and classmates that tried to employ me for evil and debauchery. My soul's champion still never left me, even when the life I lusted after left me isolated in a broken family. Later, loss was abundant to me and my mind was near finality, all culminating in that night I stood in a home, empty of love, love which I yearned for so and told myself I should reap what I sow, isolation and destruction looked like the only way to be sure, my hand gripped firmly on a scalpel so sharp the point could blind me, pricking my neck like I was ready to perform my last surgery. Yet my hero's voice told me "Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Then finally I heard a "Clang" and my soul's path was straight again. And as I stand here, years later, I can testify, my lord, my lord so sweet and dear to me is my celestial hero that saved me from all my enemies.
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Submitted by SamuelS.Williams on July 02, 2022

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