I sat on my bed, looking into the eyes of Jesus whose likeness hung on my wardrobe door.  I was alone, the house was quiet and I felt the weight of my troubles weighing me down.  As I looked into his eyes I gave myself over into his hands, which was scary for me not knowing what he had planned for me, but I did it anyway, and as I stared at the picture it slowly started to change, showing me a different face, and then another different face.  I blinked and the face went back to the one I normally see, and as I continued to stair, it again changed, and as I watched the Lord showed me his many faces and I was amazed. 

That very afternoon a man came to my door, a Jehovah’s Witness, and he said to me, “did you know that God has a name?”, and I said “yes, it’s Jehovah”.  And from then on I have called him my Lord Jehovah, for I don’t just have a picture of Jesus on my wardrobe door, I have the many faces of God, the many faces of my Lord Jahovah, and I am blessed. Amen.