What a great joy it was (I know I’ve talked about this already) to meet Barbara of The Ivy Path and Sue Combs of Who I am Instead! Along with Donna Sandhage, the director of the Pregnancy Care Center in Lake City and my dear sister, Lisa Shaw!
And y’all know what? I got to talk about blogging!!! What a treat! AND I talked about YOU! Did your ears burn??
God has given me the sweetest gift in all the world—sisters of like faith—from all over the world! What joy floods my heart at that very notion!
The verse that Iris has chosen today is PERFECT!
“No longer do I call you servants, for the servant does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you.” ~ John 15:15 (ESV)
In my Christian walk I have served in many areas for the LORD. But never felt like I was in the right place exactly. Teaching Sunday School to the 3rd and 4th grade girls was fun, but I felt there was something else. Cleaning toilets and cutting grass at the church was a service and although I communed constantly with the LORD while riding the lawn mower for hours cutting the mammoth size church yard, I still felt there was something else.
I talked to the Lord continually about my secret desire. Never, ever telling another soul. But secretly, in my heart I had a vision of it coming to pass one day….some how.
Through the ministry of blogging, it has! I am able to share the gospel of Christ, and write to my hearts content! (I really love writing!)
When my daddy’s mother (Granny) was in the nursing home, I enjoyed reading the Bible to her. I remember going and sitting—talking and sharing with her about God, our faith, His miracles and praying and believing with her for one. She had TREMENDOUS faith in Christ and was a constant prayer warrior for others. She testified of His goodness every chance she got. It didn’t cease when she was confined to the care of others.
In the busyness of life, with growing girls who needed so much attention and with so many heartaches and heartbreaks in our lives, I soon stopped doing anything “extra”. The devil had me convinced that the more I did for God, the more troubles I would have. I bought the lie. Until I woke up and realized that people all around me had problems. Christian and non-Christian. I was still having problems—but only did what I was required to do as far as service.
I had allowed myself to be cast into a pit of self-doubt and distress of life. Fatigue in service. I hurt. My heart and my life was hurting. During this time of our lives, we had undergone many “teenage” trials with our oldest daughter. While I didn’t blame God, I blamed myself and thought that surely I was being punished for all the sin in my past life. I think Jeff pretty much felt the same way. But that was another lie we bought.
In all this time I suffered physically—going through a hysterectomy in 2000, my hormones were way out of wack! I recognized the distance between me and God. And I was miserable. I fell on my face at the altar, joined there by a precious woman named Bobbi Seddon, who, when she saw me start toward the altar, she met me there.
I left my issues with life, my fear and pain right there. I had not sinned as in left the church and committed any of the 10 big ones, but I had wandered from the side of my Savior. The only breath I had felt was the hot breath of the enemy as he had tormented my heart with his foolish lies and deceit.
Finally, I was home. Where I belonged in my Father’s house and arms. As the next few years rocked on, trials and tests came to us in various forms, but my faith in God never waivered. He had seen me through the absolute worst place in my life and I knew He’d see me through to the end.
Y’all. I am thankful. So very thankful. I’m sorry this post was so long…but I had been needing to share this for some time now. Last Saturday gave me the opportunity to share some…and there is more. But I guess that’s for another day!
Go see Iris! For more thankful hearts!
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