Painting by Abraham Hunter –

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Monday, March 7, 2011

My story

When somebody calls your name, do you turn around to see who it is?  If a friend comes up to you and starts off the conversation by saying something like, "I really need to talk to you about
                             
.....do you pay attention to what they're about to say?

Of course, the answer to these questions is "yes". 
We immediately know that somebody has something they are about to say to us!!

Well....the same goes with GOD!!!!  

I don't know where to begin this story because, you see, I'm not sure that it actually has a beginning....well, unless you go back to the day I was born....or maybe the day I was "re-born".   Please bear with me as I try to take you on this little journey with me....and share "my story".

First of all....I was born in the month of January....January 21st to be exact.  But....I also accepted Jesus as my personal Savior in the month of January, at the age of eleven.  So, I get to say that I was born twice in the month of January!!!  At that time, my Daddy and Momma and brother didn't go to church.  My Daddy and my Uncle Bud took Sunday about taking my cousins and me to church in time for Sunday school....and one or the other of them would be waiting on us when we got out of "big  church" to take us back home.  I remember going thru such a struggle....not with another person, but within myself.  As an adult, I realize I was under conviction....but at that age, I had no  clue what was going on in my head, other than I didn't like it one bit (and may I say I still have those anxious moments as an adult....and still can't tolerate it any better now!!!).  One cold Sunday morning, as several young people went to the altar of the little country church I attended.....I felt such a strong tug on my heart that I couldn't explain.  It seemed I couldn't move....so I stood right where I was and I truly think I could take you back to that exact spot today!!!  An elderly gentleman approached me....with such kindness on his face.  He was a deacon (and I had no clue what that meant at the time)....whose name was Jess Connor.  He took me by the hand and asked "would you like to be saved"?  Well, of course I would....not that I completely understood what I was being saved from!!  But, somehow in my tender heart and mind....I knew that this was gonna take care of that warfare going on within me.  I went to the altar....got down on my knees....and gave my heart to Jesus.  Afterward....there were lots of hugging and crying and laughing....from people giving me the "hand of Christian fellowship".  I still didn't understand exactly what had happened to me....because pretty much all the Jesus I knew was what I learned from my precious Sunday school teacher, Ms. Mildred.    But, I did know....that I wanted this man to be my friend.....I wanted the peace and comfort and joy and fulfillment (not that I used those words as a kid)....but I wanted what this man had to offer!!!

.....to be continued 

In His Most Precious Love....and with mine!!!

4 comments:

  1. Thank you for sharing this, I will be back to read the rest _ God Bless - Nita

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  2. That's a very special story Deb. Thanks for sharing it with us. :o)

    Donna @ Comin' Home

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  3. Every one has a story, but not everyone has a happy ever after. Isn't it sweet that in Jesus, the ever after is taken care of, and in knowing that, there is true happiness?

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