Edmond Dantes: "I don’t believe in God." Abbe Faria: "That doesn’t matter, He believes in you…”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
At one point in my life, I tried to stop believing in Jesus. I was young and bitter and felt I had been fed a lie my whole life. Yet deep within, I knew at my core that He was real. That made me furious. Sometimes I would pray, "I know You're real, but I'm not talking to You right now. I need You to do something to show me You're real. Until then, I'll keep doing my things my way."
This didn't last long.
I wanted a red sea miracle; when He divided the water for the Israelites to cross on dry land. But it was the still, small voice that did it. Not that I heard an audible voice, it was more of a feeling. One day, while I lay on the floor, eyes closed, listening to music, I felt a wave of memories rush over me, things I had forgotten. And instantly, I knew. He's been with me my whole life. It was like God had opened a room and shown me all the times He had been there. It felt like He was saying, "Why do I need to show you anything other than what you've experienced?" I was blown away. I felt like a fool, but at the same time, I was extremely grateful.
He answered.
Maybe not the way I had hoped, but the way I needed. I remember joking with Him, "I guess I don't get a red sea miracle then, huh?"
Little did I know, I was about to meet her, my red sea miracle that changed my life forever.
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