My hardened heart sarcastically answered every questioned you asked. Though I’ll never forget the words Christ gave you to speak to me that evening.

You said, “By the end of our conversation Jesus would break through, to sit at His rightful place upon the throne of my heart. Heck, I might even breakdown crying because of it.”

I scoffed with a grin replying, “I don’t cry in front of people Especially people I don’t know.”
Lo and behold by the end of our hour long conversation Jesus broke through.

I was crying in front of a man who didn’t know me from Adam. I had never felt so much love just from one conversation. The burdens carried were no more.

You invited an untrustworthy, lying, withdrawing, scoundrel into your home. Giving me a glance of hope, though prior to my knowledge igniting a long forgotten flame.

Thank you for your obedience, discernment, and faithfulness. I love you! No words can express how grateful I am to call you my friend and family.

Steve you beat us to heaven brother. Your testimony was and still is powerful, when I tell people my testimony. You and your wife played a major role.

Jesus knew he could count on you to win souls, disciple men, fulfill the great commission, further advancing the Kingdom of God. Your wisdom, tolerance for knuckleheads like me.

Your love for Jesus was unlike the Jesus I was taught about. You were faithfully finishing your race, yet at peace. Still proclaiming the name of Jesus.

I still hear your voice from time to time, “Well, it’s like I told you nothing changes if nothing changes.” So many great conversations eating Rita’s Tacos every Saturday morning.

My children miss you, as do I. Thank you for your faithfulness. You saw embers burning, I thought died years ago. Till we meet in heaven know I love you Steve. Mighty Man of Valor!

Breneice, Ricky, Caleb, and Uriah.
My rebellion, disobedience, and unfaithfulness destroyed our family. I stand today repented knowing my trespasses, transgressions, and iniquities are forgiven.

I fully accept responsibility for my actions. Especially the negligence of my priestly duties in our home. Christ entrusted me, yet I freely chose to feast at His table a saint. Only to make deals beneath that same table secretly indulging gratifying my flesh.

Christ truly keeps good books. One day I shall kneel, yes I shall bow before Jesus to give an account.

I fully understand I’ll be questioned and held accountable for the treason committed.


© ~ Aziah In Thought ~