What's My Story About His Glory?
I was raised Roman Catholic by a strict
military father who had a troubled childhood. My mother died violently
in our home one night when I was five, and that threw the lives of four
small children into a shattered existence in a very dark and vicious
world. I have many happy memories as a child, but tragedy was a common
companion as well. I walked thru everything from a violent home full of
alcohol and guns to sexual abuse from adoptive parents and older boys.
I have lived thru so many things but God has
never abandoned me, even when I only knew him from a distance. I went
from a life of wealth to a life of poverty after my mother died. I was
a filthy child, rejected by the two-parent families around me that
didn't want their children around me. I excelled in academics and
sports, but felt like nothing inside. At the age of 13, I was diagnosed
with severe scholiosis and was informed that all the bones on the right
side of my body were out of sync. I endured a nine hour surgery, losing
half the blood in my body, and resulting in metal rods in my back and
life in a plaster paris body cast during my freshman year of high
school.
Everything the enemy could think of to throw at
me as a child came my way. He was bent on destroying me before I even
had a chance at life. But God had other plans. He allowed so much
tragedy in my life as a child to make my life a testimony of his great
love. He loves the broken, the abandoned, the rejected. He loves those
that feel like nothing, that have no one.
He kept me. He allowed the enemy to go only so
far, and He sheilded the core of who I am and the foundation of my
heart. I stand here today a miracle and a testimony of His Goodness and
the redeeming power of His Love. People look at me today and have no
clue of where I have walked. They see the overflow of blessing in my
life, they hear the wisdom that He has put in my mouth, and they think
me spoiled with a life of ease.
But they don't realize that God walked with me
thru great suffering all the days of my life and he made me victorious
by his grace and his mighty hand. Nothing in me deserved his mercy and
his love, he simply chose not to forget me. He created me, set me on a
path on this earth for a purpose, and he came along side me and was
determined to perform his will in my life. The same promise that he
extends to everyone willing to acknowledge his love for them.
Suffering and Tragedy are not gone from my
life. They rise up and knock me to the ground every so often, this
world is not my home and remains a place of cursed and wretched
darkness. But I have a God who helps me up every time, who heals and
restores because he loves. We are on a journey together a mission that
requires some violence and some blood, some carrying of a cross and
some death, but He set the example and made the way and empowers us
thru His sacrifice and His Name. Jesus.
That's my story. Part of it anyway. It's not
much different when you compare it to your own. Loneliness, Betrayal,
Rejection, Broken-heartedness, Disappointment, Physical Pain... The
first glance makes it seem different, but the heart of our walk is the
same. But Christ suffered all this and more, and he did it to set us
free from it. To heal the broken-hearted, to set the captive free, to
comfort the bruised and wounded. My story is like yours -- the Good
News of Jesus Christ has made me an overcomer in this life and the
next.
I give Him praise not just for who he is, but
for all that he has done. I love him because he first loved me. There
is so much in this life that I don't understand, but one thing I know
with certainty. He will never forsake me, He is with me always and that
is the one thing that makes me able to endure all things. God with me,
God with us. That's the story we must live to tell, and that's the
story we must die sharing.