A Lamp to My Feet: Fueling Our Lamp Through the Journey

By Bryan D. Deavor

Your word is a lamp to my feet

And a light to my path. (Psalm 119:105)

Do you desire a closer relationship with God? Are you feeling lost as a Christian? A Lamp to My Feet: Fueling Our Lamp through the Journey was designed to share Gods truth with the world. How we carry ourselves as Christians is a direct reflection on how we actively serve God. This book will assist the reader in learning the roles and responsibilities of that of being a Christian, which in turn aids in providing for a deeper intimate relationship with God. A Lamp to My Feet guides readers, not only how Christians are to conduct themselves, but also on how to better serve God, to develop a deeper relationship with Him and to ensure that their Lamp stays burning bright throughout their journey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Dec 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781973608325

Bryan D. Deavor

Bryan Deavor is a devout man of God that has dedicated his life to family, friends, and a true love for Jesus. He is currently a member of Exceed Life Church serving in Gods ministry. Bryans mission is all about ministering Gods Word to as many people around the world, helping others find God and developing a deeper intimate relationship with our Creator.

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FINDING MY LAMP

Your word is a lamp to my feet

And a light to my path.

(Psalm 119:105)

The paths that we choose to walk in life shape the person we become. These paths we choose will lead us in different directions. We have the choice to walk these paths with the lamp at our feet, or we can walk them in the dark.

How we choose to live our lives determines who we serve, knowingly or not. We either serve the One who created us or the one who is trying to devour us. We can serve the One who provides us with many blessings or we can submit to the torture and suffering of the other one. It is all on how we live our lives.

Growing up, I was a church kid. I was not a Christian, but I still knew of God and Jesus. But because I knew them, yet was not saved, I was not fully prepared for what was about to happen in my life.

My mother was a warrior against her battle with cancer. After years of battling this disease, her health took a downward spiral.

I remember clearly, it was October of 1998 and shortly after the new school year had begun. I had turned sixteen just nearly two months before my life had taken a drastic turn. That September, my mother came home from the hospital, just to find herself shortly thereafter lying in a hospital bed in our living room. The cancer had finally taken control leaving her helpless and in constant pain and suffering. Most of her days on the hospital bed, she just laid there gazing out the living room window. October sixth at around midnight, the Lord took my mother. He took my best friend, my mother, the one I had spent most of my childhood living with.

The night of her passing I cried out to God, Why?! Why did you have to take her away from me already? Why did you have to be so cruel? I had become extremely angry with Him. I turned my back to Him giving Him the cold should as I lost my desire to reach for Him, I gave Him the cold shoulder.

My anger towards God for my mother’s death blinded me. That same anger led me to walk the path of life without Him there to guide me. He did not forsake me; however, it was me who had turned my back on Him. The anger, sadness, and resentment I held inside turned me away from the Lord, leading me down a path of what seemed like insurmountable trouble. I allowed my emotions to come between me and my Creator.

During the time that followed her death and into my late teens, I was hanging out with the wrong crowd. I was hanging out with those that were not in the best interest of my life and the path I was headed down. I went from relative’s home to friend’s home to friend’s home, so on and so on, trying to find a place to live even if it were for a few weeks to a few months at a time. I wanted to feel welcomed and not as a burden. I wasn’t sure where I was headed nor did I know the path I was taking in regards to living my life.

I found myself working job after job after job just trying to scrape by. I struggled holding a job for long periods of time because I had no car and I was relying on other people to drive me to and from work every day. I am quite certain that my immaturity at the time was not positively influencing my life choices either.

During my late teens, I had the understanding that I was unworthy of God’s love and grace due to my sinful nature. Not worthy due to the path I had taken. I had my ups and downs with Him. I figured that if I was unworthy to Him then I had little to no value to Him. I felt like I was part of a losing battle over God’s love. Every time I felt like getting close to Him I would get pulled down and torn away. At least that’s how it felt to me during those moments.

Then one fall day in 2001 it happened. I got in trouble with the law. I began believing that my whole world was collapsing on me. It had seemed that I was finally alone in the world. I was too embarrassed to confront anyone, especially those in my family, with the mistakes I had made. I was ashamed and humiliated over the person I had become. I became nothing in my eyes. I was a lost soul hiding in the corner of the room hoping that no one in my family would find out the type of person I had become. My world had been torn apart and all I wanted to do was run away and hide. To me, this seemed like the logical thing to do since I had basically thrown my life away. That was the point when I had finally hit rock bottom.

When someone hits rock bottom, it doesn’t mean that we stay there or that we can’t get back up and start a new beginning. That is the story for a majority of us who have struggled in our lives. Some are able to get back up with a fresh restart and some continue to struggle and find themselves being tortured by the enemy.

I do not regret hitting rock bottom for if I had not done so, I could have been stuck in darkness for a much longer period of time. And trust me, things in my life could have and most likely would have gotten much worse.

On a spring day in 2002 in New Jersey, my friend and his father-in-law reintroduced me to the Lord. It was then when I finally accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. In that moment, I felt free from the chains of darkness in my life and I could feel the love of my Lord cradle me instantly. I burst into tears as I handed Him the key to