As I sat in the choir loft waiting for revival services to start last night, my eyes glancing from one friend to the next, I began thinking of their stories. Each one had a unique set of obstacles they had overcome: drug or alcohol addiction, depression, loss of a child, military wives, long term illness, abuse, renegade teenagers, teenage pregnancy…and the list goes on and on. Then my eyes rested on the beautiful lady sitting next to me…a woman with so much faith, yet so much to shake her fist at God in anger…but she doesn’t. She means so much to me. She is my friend, my singing partner, my confidant, my counselor and my mentor. She prays for me when I need her, she listens when I go on and on, and she holds me accountable for those weaknesses in my life. I just pray that I am those things to her also.
She used to share her story through her testimony and singing ministry, but circumstances have robbed her of the joy of that ministry. But why not share anyway…we get so bogged down in life, and we forget that our story is everyone else’s story too. We all have a story. We all have tragedy and triumph that in the end was a blessing from God to share with others. Why don’t we? Why don’t we take the opportunity to share the glory of God’s work in our lives with those struggling in the same problems? What’s your story?
Romans 15:17-18 (NIV) Therefore I glory in Christ Jesus in my service to God. I will not venture to speak of anything except what Christ has accomplished through me…
Monday, March 2, 2009
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