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The Worst Testimony Ever


I have the worst testimony ever.

At least, that’s what I used to think.

There’s no moving brilliance about being pulled from the pits of despair. There’s no drug use or living on the streets, no emotionally heart-wrenching abuse or moment between life and death where I saw Jesus.

My testimony was boring and I never liked sharing it.

I came to an understanding that I wanted to follow Jesus Christ as my savior when I was six years old.

How would I describe it? Underwhelming, probably.

There was no big epiphany. There was no glowing light or warm fuzzies.

There was only Jesus. There was no other option for me– I would follow him for life because that’s what I knew to be right.

So I always hated sharing my testimony because it wasn’t emotional enough. It wasn’t dangerous enough. It wasn’t riveting and brilliant and “worthy” of being called a testimony.

But here’s the thing– even at six years old, I did make a choice between life and death. And lucky for me, I made it before I had to live through the harsh realities of this world and all of the pitfalls that can befall man. I chose life.

And ever since, God has been working on me, changing me and molding me into the person he would have me be.

Has life been perfect? Absolutely not.

And that’s where my testimony is.

My testimony is the moment on Easter Sunday when I was thirteen years old and I finally realized exactly what it meant for Jesus to sacrifice his life for me.

My testimony is the tumor on my brain that God healed through the guided hands of a surgeon when I was twenty.

My testimony is the infertility issues that plagued my marriage and the blessings and miracles that have resulted in my sons.

My testimony is the daily twists and turns of life, the choices I make, the will of God, and how I relate the two.

My testimony is the blood of Christ that was shed for me, just as much as it was shed for everyone else.

My testimony isn’t one moment– it’s a life full of Jesus.

It’s beautiful. It’s tragic. It’s emotional. It’s riveting.

It might not feature the drama that some others have, but my testimony is a deliverance from sin, the redeeming of the blood, the moment when I was created and God said, “I love you.”

It’s a testimony I’m proud to share.

Share with me: What moments in your life speak to your testimony?

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The Promise When Words Aren’t Enough

We hope for what we don’t have yet. So we are patient as we wait for it. In the same way, the Holy Spirit helps us when we are weak. We don’t know what we should pray for. But the Spirit himself prays for us. He prays with groans too deep for words. Romans 8:25-26 (NIrV)

As writers, we love words.

We love what they mean, how they sound, what they convey, how they flow in combination, the feelings they provoke, the stories they tell.

But there are times when words just aren’t enough.

There are times when words, no matter the combination or the intention or the meaning, cannot do justice to the depth of the emotion within.

There are times when even we, the ones who manipulate words for a living, can’t find the right ones to express the innermost thoughts and desires of our soul.

So we bask in the promise that the Holy Spirit, the one who dwells within us and sanctifies us, knows how to convey even our sighs and groans (AMP Bible) as prayers to the Holy one.

Praying over this verse brings peace in times of heartache, but also in times of joy, when our hearts are too full to describe what we’re feeling.

What a comfort it is to know that one so much more powerful than I, one who IS God, knows me well enough to convey the prayers I can’t even think of.

It’s beautiful. It’s overwhelming. It’s calming. It’s a promise.

And it makes it a whole lot easier to wait patiently in hope for what we do not have yet.

Share with me: What verses or promises has God been giving you lately?


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Quiet Time

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Some of you are probably a lot “holier” than I am.

I’ve never been very good a carving out a specific time and creating the habit of “quiet time” with God.

Mostly because I can’t find a time that’s quiet. My husband is a night owl and I’m an early riser, and both of our sons seem to be early risers, too. There’s rarely a moment in my day when someone or something isn’t demanding my attention.

I do read my Bible. I do my devotionals, but I’m sporadic about it. I never seem to be able to get into the groove of a daily quiet time.

Until recently.

I started reading Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, and I loved the book so much that I set my alarm to wake me up even earlier than the pre-dawn gray skies that greeted me already, just so that I could make sure to start my day in silence–only the word of God and that book to wake me up and direct me for the day.

It was a amazing. I literally felt my attitudes about life changing–I loved starting my day in God’s word, reveling in his presence and his promises for me.

Starting my day with Him made it easier for me to dwell in His presence all day long. My attitude was more prayerful, more thankful, and much more open to seeing just what God was doing in my life.

This lasted a couple of months.

I changed my routine again, starting my day with my workout because I wasn’t able to fit it in anywhere else, and staying healthy is important, too. I wanted to try to maintain both physical health and my spiritual health.

But then that special time I was spending with God got pushed aside by life (and my 2 sons who seem to wake before the rooster crows on a daily basis.)

Within two weeks, God brought my attention to the differences I felt in not starting my day with Him.

I was grumpier. I was more tired. It was easy for me to slide into the secular side of life, leaving God completely out. It wasn’t until I let a few “no-no” words slip out of my mouth like they were nothing that I realized that I was slipping off the firm fountation I had built by focusing my attention on God at the beginning of each day.

So, I’m starting over. Once again, I’m changing my schedule, only this time I’ll go back to starting my day with quiet time, alone in God’s presence.

I know there will be healthy benefits to that.

Share with me: Do you have a routine that involves regular, scheduled time spent in the Word? What time of the day works best for you? Do you notice a difference when you have quiet time and when you don’t?


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