The Peace In God
One day years ago I experienced a great since of peace, and a love that was so true, and sincere that had the world been in my mind, I believe our world would never desire wars .
To this day, and for the rest of my life, I will live with a reality that I know is true, because I am logical with a good mind.
I lived part of my life, wondering, questioning, God. Is God real , or something we wish could be real ?
It took half my life before I discovered God is a truth, and not a fabrication, a wish, or desire.
Everything in my life wanted me to believe in God, but I never could because I had never really experienced the absolute reality of God's existence.
It took my mother's death to prove to me that God was real. As a son I was giving my mother CPR. All life was gone from her. She was definitely, truly deceased. I saw her die.
In the reality of that day , I never really believed that she could live again. I went through the motions of CPR without any mistakes, and to make matters more difficult I worked mainly alone, while my wife was talking to paramedics on a telephone.
My mother was dead. The only thing I had was a prayer as I asked God for help. In my mind I wondered if anything would change for my mother. She was elderly, and her life did not have much quality , but in my mind I had to fight for her life. Maybe I needed her more than she needed life.
Nothing could stop me. Everything in me had to fight for her because it is what we do as members of the human race. Everything in my life wanted me to fight for life. Justice teaches us to fight for life. Our laws on this Earth, in our country, and in our courts, and in our belief of what is right demands that we fight for life, and that we try to save lives.
It was God's decision. I was not saving my mother's life. I was giving her CPR, but God brought her back.
I know this is true. While I was giving my mother CPR, I experienced something absolutely amazing, and different from what life was like .
It began as something relaxing. Everything that encompassed the essence of me, experienced God.
Whatever it was that I experienced was very kind to me. It was like being slowly embraced by all the love in the Universe.
I received a great since of acknowledgement that whatever it was that cared about me was true to it's nature.
If it was God that came to help me, then it was faith full, and it trusted me, and was aware of all my mistakes I made in my life. None of that mattered to God.
I was still helping my mother. That part of me was going through the routine physical CPR procedure with her.
In my mind I knew when she would start breathing again. I knew without any doubt that God would bring her back.
She would only live five more weeks , and I knew it. God put that it in my mind like I was a tiny little ant that should have instructions. The information was that mom would only live a month, or so longer, and life would not be pleasant for her.
Because even though God loved me, he had to reveal the facts.
God made me understand that there was a reason why my mother died.
God loved me. I could say it a million times, and no matter how much I did wrong in my life, God loved me without reservations.
I have no proof of it, but my guess is that loving God, and wanting God in you're life is enough for God to love you, know matter who you are, or what you are.
Once God comes into you're life , you're life changes . No matter how many sins you have committed, if God wants you to love him, or serve him, you will.
My mother lived her life. She lasted five more weeks. I loved her. God was in charge of the situation.