I have been inspired for this story a while ago, but never really wrote anything from it, and I'm really happy that God helped me out on his majorly( not that he doesn't help out on the other because he does). So, the title of this story pretty much says some important point of it.

Summary:

Just one voice. That one voice, brought from heaven, leading a lost boy to where he was destined to be. Both spiritually and morally. That's where he belonged. And it would all work out in the end. That was a promise.

Sent From God

Chapter 1

''And all this time I really didn't know what to. Until that day, I opened up my Bible, that I had left on a shelf. I found it just were I had left it the last time it had been used. I had to dust it off, you know. And I felt terrible. And I did a small and loud prayer, asking God to just lead me as I opened the book of truth. And when I opened it, I felt on a verse saying that obedience was key. And I realized really that I hadn't been obedient at all to the word of Christ''

There was a pause before the man's voice resound in the car once more.

''I mean really. I had cheated at work, had an affair with a girl there that I knew was married, just because my own marriage was going over the edge. It was terrible really. I was a man of the World. It's like I never knew God words. And trust me people, it's the worst. And it just because like a field of good berries taken over by black ones. And all of those black ones represent all of these bad stuff you get from the world. Like anger, fear, selfishness and jealousy. Once you have those, you are leading to a path far away from God's. And no one really wants that''

''We sure get what you mean Paul. And sometimes we get ourselves to just go astray. Either because we get caught up in temptations or at work or family problems.'' A women said before continuing '' But all along, we need to keep our eyes on the Lord, praise and worship him like he should be. ''

The older guy driving the car sighted as he changed gears. Driving a manual car had been one of his passions since he had been a teenager.

''The other day, I was reading a verse in Corinthians that said that when you are weak, you are very strong. Now that verse may sound weird, but the only way you really get to know what it means it's if you read the rest of it. And it's just awesome because it says that you should be rejoicing when you get persecutions, temptations or whatever because that's when you faith really kicks in. Trials. That's when you get to be closer to God as you can be, and he just brings out strength and courage.''

He turned at the exit he needed to take that lead him to his destination. At some point longer down the road, he pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road and let his hands run down his face, sighting again and letting his head rest on the head-rest.

What had he done with his life? What had he become?

Suddenly he heard someone, from the radio, saying that the only solution to get back on track was prayer. Because from the prayer, all things would go back into place.

And that's what he did. He turned off the radio and close his lids, before he spoke up. Praying like he hadn't done in quite a while.

''Lord, I come before you today, a pity man as I am, the worst of all probably. I come with my heart Jesus, I come with my soul, I come with my entire self, I come to ask you for forgiveness. I have sinned against you, I have lied and I have blasphemed, saying your name without fear, with no sign of worship of any kind.

I have let the things of this world get to me. I have slept with girls of all countries, even if my heart belonged to you and to the woman you have brought on this world for me. But you are the only one that knows how I didn't get HIV, but you are also the only one that knows how I was able to leave the one I ever loved by herself when she most needed me. That made me a heartless person. Someone I'm not really. Someone that has come out of the shadows as I was heading away from your light.''

He let out a loud sob as his heart ached. But It felt better as he was letting it all out.

''And I beg you for forgiveness. I don't exactly expect you to forgive me, but I know that I truly mean all that I have said. I want you back in my life, because my life without you is worthless, and I have been brought to the end of the road, and now I realize that I've gone astray. Astray from things I should have kept close. I'm like a little boy that is looking for his mom. I was lost and left alone Jesus. Please take me back and wash me clean as you have done before. I dedicate and surrender my life to you Lord. Please take me home. I'll do whatever and I'll obey whatever you say. Just please, please, please take me home and forgive me''

Tears where now streaming down Troy's face. His heart felt less heavy, and he felt better. Not sad. Not as sad as he had been. He more felt like he was saved. Once more. But this time would be different. He wouldn't go astray. He knew what it felt like now, and he didn't want that life again.

Go back on the highway.

''Huh? '' He smiled suddenly. ''God, O dear God, is that you? I'll follow you Lord, whatever you ask me I'll do it. I know what it feels like when I don't. Just lead me Jesus.''

Troy did as the voice in his head and heart told him to go: Highway.

He was ready to follow.

Take the next exit.

''Got it''.

He changed lanes slowly preparing to make the turn to the next Exit as he was told to.

That led him to a side of the city he didn't know. Thing is that Brooklyn was a big place. Everyone couldn't know everywhere.

On the lights make a right and then a left at the first avenue. At the end of the road you'll find a little super market.

Troy slowly nodded, suddenly having doubts of what he was doing.

When he got to the destination the voice asked him to get in the store and grab as much baby milk that he could get for the cash money he had.

Troy swallowed hard. Was this a joke are something?

''I'm not going in there. This is just ridiculous.''

He did a U turn as he got further in the parking lot, and as he stopped in the corner, he quickly whispered his sorry and continued his way. And as he was about to get back where he had came from, he said again ''Lord I'm sorry for being such a disobedient child. I'll go back and buy that milk and let you lead me. I have no idea what is going on or where that's going to lead, because as far as I know the baby milk state is long gone for me.''

He did as he said: drove back to the store, bought about a dozen of baby milk and ad he headed to his car again, he let the voice lead him once more. And finally his car came to a stop.

He hadn't even realize that he was brought in the poor side of the city, and that his car was now parked nearby some dark houses.

The one you are parked opposite to, go and ring the bell, bring the milk with you.

''But Jesus, this house is darkest of all of them. Isn't it obvious that they aren't home? Or sleeping?''

Seeing that he was being disobedient again, Troy slapped his forehead fast and grabbed the plastic bags that lay next to him in the passenger seat.

''Okay but at the second ring, if no one comes and open the door, I'm out of here.''

He got out of his car and locked it quickly before coming up the stairs of the house.

He pressed the door bell button once, counted slowly to ten, then pressed again. This time tapping his foot impatiently. It was chill outside.

And as he turned away from the door, it slowly opened behind him, with the light of the porch flickering.

He turned again and looking at the floor, played with his fingers.

Without letting the person at the door even speaking, he quickly said.

''I'm sorry to bother you at this time of the day and all but, it's just I was led here by God's voice'' He racked his throat and added, still looking at the floor '' and this might sound really insane to you but I was told to buy some milk…Baby milk and I brought it here, because it said that you--''

His voice was cut, as he felt himself being brought in a thigh embrace. And as he breathe in, in surprise, he was even more shocked as he recognized the smell.

The smell that belonged to one.

To one alone. The smell that he would recognize out of a million others.

The smell of his lover.

The one and only.

We often are disobedient to God, either because we just want to make it our way or just because you don't want God to lead our life.

He gives you the choice, to choose him or yourself. But at some point, when Jesus will come back to judge the world, as great judge as he is, he won't forgive you. Not because he won't want to, but because it will be too late. You were given a whole lifetime on Earth to make those decisions.

Follow God's way, it's the best way and the only way to Eternal life and everlasting joy is to believe and receiving the gift and sacrifice that Jesus did as he died for all the wrong things you've done.

(If anyone would declare he not sinful and full of evil, please declare your self)

And guys, I've said this before myself and used it to not follow God as I should have:

don't say that you are too wrong and too dirty for God, that he will never forgive you, even if that were true, he already gave his 100% pure son to die for you, to be washed and accept the redemption, to be called a children of God...

Anyway. PM me if you want, whenever you want, and for whatever also.