When I was a little girl, my mother got an evangelistic craving. Because she was crippled and limited by other circumstances, she wondered how she could reach people with the Gospel. She, along with others, printed these little tracks called, “My Story.” They were testimonials of how God had reached into their lives and saved them. Each of us have one of those stories for no matter where we are in our spiritual journey, there is a story of God’s unshakable love and His blessings in our lives. The theme of my spiritual story would have to be mercy because God has so graciously given me what I do not deserve.
I was a surprise delivery to my parents who welcomed me with open arms, a sickly child who God miraculously healed, a daughter to one of the greatest Christians who ever lived, a youth given a fresh beginning, a wife to the kindest man the world has ever known, a mother to two wonderful, healthy kids, a parishioner in one of the most loving, Spirit-filled churches in the nation…Shall I continue?
Each of these are chapters in the story of my life, chapters showing how the negative was overcome because of God’s gracious love for me.
My story could have been left without the influence of grace. My parents could have resented the intrusion of a baby into their aging, health-declining world. They could have been frustrated with my weak lungs…and I could have died from Whooping Cough. I could have grown up in an alcoholic home, where people sought after a different kind of “spirit” instead of the Holy Spirit. Many of the people I love did. I could have been left trapped in the consequences of my poor, youthful choices. As a result I wouldn’t have gotten an education, lived in my town, met my husband, or most importantly, I wouldn’t have been in a place where I could enjoy the rich presence of God. I could have married an abuser; statistics said I should have. I could have been childless; irregularities said I could be; miscarriage said I might be. I could have faced the problems doctors said I’d have with the births and health of my children, but those problems never occurred. I could have relocated to another town with a dead, self-centered church instead of one that breathed life into me and has cradled my family through the years. These are the prefixes to my chapters. I’ve already told you the end.
The chapter possibilities to My Story are endless, but the theme remains the same. My life has been and always will be a story of God’s exceedingly wonderful mercy and grace.
What story does your life tell?
Tips/Tidbits: Your story is worth telling. What stands out in your life that you can share with others?
I was a surprise delivery to my parents who welcomed me with open arms, a sickly child who God miraculously healed, a daughter to one of the greatest Christians who ever lived, a youth given a fresh beginning, a wife to the kindest man the world has ever known, a mother to two wonderful, healthy kids, a parishioner in one of the most loving, Spirit-filled churches in the nation…Shall I continue?
Each of these are chapters in the story of my life, chapters showing how the negative was overcome because of God’s gracious love for me.
My story could have been left without the influence of grace. My parents could have resented the intrusion of a baby into their aging, health-declining world. They could have been frustrated with my weak lungs…and I could have died from Whooping Cough. I could have grown up in an alcoholic home, where people sought after a different kind of “spirit” instead of the Holy Spirit. Many of the people I love did. I could have been left trapped in the consequences of my poor, youthful choices. As a result I wouldn’t have gotten an education, lived in my town, met my husband, or most importantly, I wouldn’t have been in a place where I could enjoy the rich presence of God. I could have married an abuser; statistics said I should have. I could have been childless; irregularities said I could be; miscarriage said I might be. I could have faced the problems doctors said I’d have with the births and health of my children, but those problems never occurred. I could have relocated to another town with a dead, self-centered church instead of one that breathed life into me and has cradled my family through the years. These are the prefixes to my chapters. I’ve already told you the end.
The chapter possibilities to My Story are endless, but the theme remains the same. My life has been and always will be a story of God’s exceedingly wonderful mercy and grace.
What story does your life tell?
Tips/Tidbits: Your story is worth telling. What stands out in your life that you can share with others?
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