Tell It to Jesus Alone

I am not very good at sharing my heart with others, but when it comes to telling God how I feel and sharing my thoughts with Him, I am an open book.

I went to camp in Choiseul, Saint Lucia, at the secondary school in La Fargue for a weekend in July. It was one of the most adventurous times I have ever enjoyed. Though I had initially been very reluctant to go and only decided to attend at the last moment, I was glad to be there. The countryside scenery is always beautiful and serene, and we all need to take the opportunity to enjoy nature at its finest. David reminds us in the Psalms, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands” (Psalm 19:1, NIV). My time away gave me a chance to reflect on the goodness of God and to open my heart in communion with the Lord. Recently I made a covenant with God that I would be faithful to Him in everything that He directs me to do. On Sabbath morning I poured out my heart to Him.

For some time I had been battling over a decision I needed to make. I had a sense that He was calling me to build a home, but I struggled with a desire to return to school. Whichever choice I made would impact my life, and I wanted to be sure I was honoring God in making my decision. As I looked out at Gros Piton Peak from my balcony, God revealed His will to me. There, in the beauty and stillness of His creation, I heard His voice whisper to me, “It is time to move to the country.” I knew what it would demand of me, and with painstaking effort, as I gasped for breath, I responded, “Yes, Lord, I will.” I thank God for always revealing His will for my life. At that moment I realized, more than ever, that He alone was the One with whom I could share the longings of my heart. He knew the obstacles I was confronted with and the challenges I faced. He answered my silent petitions and gave me peace.

He assured me that He would guide me along my journey. My friends, you can pour out your heart to Him today. He loves you. He hears you, and He will answer when you call.

Rosemary Kasandra Lucien