Writer Praise Kujore shares a moving insight into her faith journey, making the God of her parents, her own.
I want to know him. I really want to know him. I want to hear from him. I really want to hear from him. But what happens when I am scared to know him? I want to know him, yet I am scared to know him? What happens when you are scared to hear from him? I want to hear from him, yet I am scared to hear from him?
Growing up as a Christian, I was around spiritually strong parents and a church community. I was told knowing and hearing from God was a rewarding experience and I would see it – I would see the rewards, I would see the good news, I would hear the testimonies, I would hear how wonderful God is. Except, I never actually sat down and sought him for myself. I knew he was there. I knew he was God, and I was surrounded by him. I knew his word, but I did not know him. Not yet. Because all was good, so I left him as a second option.
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