If I’m not ashamed to tell of when a lifeguard saves me from drowning in the waters of ocean depths, why should I be ashamed to tell of how He took my hand and brought me out from the coldest, darkest depths of my heart to rest on the shores of His love? To find clarity in His light and feel the warmth of the Son living inside of me?
If I’m not ashamed to tell of when a fireman saves me from a burning building, why should I be ashamed to tell of how He rescued me from the destructive ruins of my mind that burned in fiery lies and set my thoughts free for my faith to be refined into gold by His loving hands?
If I’m not ashamed to tell of when an EMT revives me from a flatline, why should I be ashamed to tell of the One who can resurrect a broken spirit? The One who breathed His life back into me and gave a second chance for my soul to breathe, my life to speak, and my eyes to believe, not deceive?
He is the way, the truth, and the life I choose to receive. I’m proud to say Jesus is the One who saved me and He can save you too :)