
Part I
I believe, as a Christian, our Salvation comes from Christ. I’ve admitted that Christ died for my sins; I believe that there were scars on Christ’s body which represented my sin – the things in this life that I have done and will do.
I am whole-heartedly thankful that, because of Jesus, my God can look upon me and love me.
My sin is ugly and it’s been dark – then Grace found me. Found me when I was searching, Found me again when I stepped away from faith and I am sure will find me again in a dark hour somewhere.
Everyone has their story, the one that they can share with everyone. My story is not that remarkable and yet every salvation story is awesome.
I may share at a later time all the things in my life that lead me to my beliefs. I do want to say that I was blessed to have a mother strong in the faith. She made sure we at least went to church twice a year, which doesn’t sound like much; however, she was always praying, praying for us, my dad, life, the good times and the bad times. My mom always had her bible, opened and reading.
My mom carried the faith for the family. My mom was faithful in all of her
decisions even when it looked like she was fighting a losing battle. I am blessed because my mom was faithful, hoped and believed all things.
I was baptized in my early teens. That is when I first accepted the things I was doing needed to be corrected and I couldn’t do it on my own. I was a sinner.
Horrified, when I think back on the 13 year old girl, through my teens… I am definitely not the person I was then. That is the Grace… the Salvation of the cross. I don’t have to think on that girl anymore, she is gone and has been
remade.
My husband was baptized last year; the changes in him astound me. The things he is doing, the way he believes… the way he believed before he really knew how to believe. This way of life isn’t easy. Relying on things unseen; as we waited for the twins, my heart defeated with every closed door I’d ask to take treatments further. He, however, felt there was a way – a way which didn’t include shots and petri dishes. Those were hard days for this wife so
full of longing and empty rooms. He’d always say, “In God’s time, some-day, soon.” What did he know of God’s timing, God can heal the sick, bring the dead to life, why did we have to go through all that?
Ten years of infertility - it was only six years ago… the ten years ticked by so slowly… My heart hearing Hannah {1 Samuel 1-27}; To this day reading Hannah’s struggle I can bring myself back to the longing and the prayers of this “would be” mother’s heart.
1 Samuel 1:10-11
10 In her deep anguish Hannah prayed to the Lord, weeping bitterly. 11 And she made a vow, saying, “Lord Almighty, if you will only look on your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life, and no razor will be used on his head.”
Yes, I became Hannah… my prayer, the negotiations with God –”please look upon us and give us a son and I will give him back to you”. I was there.
I thank you for reading...Part II coming soon!