I grew up in a Christian home, but what does that really mean? To me it meant nothing but restrictions.
Did I really know my bible or the word of God? No….I would attend church week after week only because I had too.
As I grew older I would leave the church for good, and I was happy to do so. My life was now one of freedom….total freedom, with no one to restrict me.
My teenage years and young adult hood was spent clubbing. My friends and I would spend our weekends going from disco to disco. Sometimes I left straight from the clubs and I would go straight into work. At that time I had energy…..lots of energy. It was a giddy experience at first. Oh the feelings of freedom…..sheer freedom, and friendships.
After living like this for a few years things began to change. I would be in the same room with loud raucous music with my friends around me, yet, I felt alone…..I felt lonely! It was shocking to me that I could feel lonely in a room filled with people…..but that’s the way it was. I would stop going to clubs after a while, but it would be many years before I would find my way back into a church and into the arms of God for the first time.
It was a gradual process. I noticed more and more, God’s hand in all that He had created around me. I had the opportunity to travel to India. It was a place of extremes…..either you were rich or you were poor. My friend and I were travelling around the country side, and we went on a day trip to a place called Jaipur. It was magnificent. You could see for miles around. You could see water palaces, and you could see the expanse of big beautiful mountains. I remembered just standing and drinking in the beauty of the place and thinking what a big beautiful world our creator had made. And I was surprised by the tears flowing from my eyes. I hadn’t thought of God in such a long time.
I would travel some more just having fun along the way. The odd time I would visit church and it seem to please family members, but it really meant nothing to me. Years went by and at times I would feel as though I was being drawn to come back to the church, but I was not ready. The drawing I felt was coming from Jesus….most times it was in the way of dreams.
It wasn’t till I fell ill, losing all my energy that I would think of returning to church. One day while at work I had an intense pain in my right hip, and life would never be the same after that. All my energy I had was now gone, and replaced with excruciating joint and muscle pain. Just like that my working life would come to an end, and I would be house bound, hardly able to move. Only now did I think about going back to church…..and even so, it was for my own selfish reasons. Perhaps so God could heal me, so I could go back to doing as I wish.
For the next several years I lived in pain, also going from doctor to doctor. It took some time to be diagnosed with lupus, and other auto immune disorders. Now all I could think of was my health issues. No one seemed to understand, and as a result I was now living a life fully depressed. My one bright spot was my attentive husband. I think if I was married to anyone else besides him, I might have been tossed to the curb.
Week after week I went to church, but all remained the same. I started to think….there has to be more. Where is this big Mighty God who answers prayers, and why was He not answering mine? One day our minister preached a sermon on “Hidden Treasure.” Matthew 13:44
[ The Parable of the Hidden Treasure ] “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like treasure hidden in a field, which a man found and hid; and for joy over it he goes and sells all that he has and buys that field.
I decided I wanted to find my treasure, and I would search the pages of the bible until I found it. I started reading the bible from cover to cover. I decided I would be obedient to God’s word, put my trust in Him, and every promise He gave to the Israelites of old I would also claim them for myself.
It was around this time that I had a dream. It was a dream that I will never forget. I dreamt I met Jesus. I was taken to meet Him, and introduced to Him by the angels. I will never forget the sound of His voice. His voice was quivering, and from the sound of it I knew He was crying. He said to me, “Leola, you finally came. I have waited for you for so long.” By this time I had been back in the church for a few years, and at first I was puzzled by His reaction to me. It was only then I realized what God was wanting from me. He wants our full attention, He wants our worship. I had returned to church for my own selfish reasons. I prayed for healing for me, I worried about me, and why God wasn’t doing anything for me.
After having that dream I changed my focus from outward to upward. What I mean is, I stopped looking at all the things around me, only worrying about me, and I started looking upward to God. Once I placed my focus fully on God, I started to sense a closer relationship developing. It is at this time that I sense the Holy Spirit’s guiding and leading. Now that I was totally focused on God, a peace and joy came over me.
Often we speak of that Still Small Voice, and many times I would sense that Voice speaking to my heart, to my mind, to my soul. At first I could not understand, but I decided to step out in faith, and to believe that I was being guided by the Holy Spirit. I was now familiar with the bible, and I knew that the Holy Spirit would only lead according to the bible. The Holy Spirit encourages, He comforts, He is real, He is alive and if we would just give our lives totally to the Lord, He will fight all our battles for us.
It is only now I have found the freedom that I was seeking. It is a freedom that brings joy and peace to my heart. The laws which I once viewed as restrictive are now the ones giving me a lasting sense of freedom, and more fulfilment. The worldly freedom which I once pursued, turned into the one that made me feel very empty and limited.
“Walking With The Spirit.” http://www.lulu.com/shop/leola-durant/walking-with-the-spirit/ebook/product-20342409.html It is my gift from God, in the form of poetry. It was a joy to write this book of inspirational poems, because as I did so I could sense God’s hand in my life as He was with me in every battle, leading me to victory, and He continues to do so even now.