Not sure where to start with my personal testimony. I have been praying since Tuesday about it and I am not sure if I am clearer about it…Lets start at the beginning, I suppose…
Once upon a time, there was little girl that was born to two wonderful people. Peter and Kim loved this little girl very much. She was their pride and joy…
Really, God truly blessed me with wonderful parents. Although they did have their fair share on disagreements during their marriage — they put God at the center and that helped even through the rough times. My parents raised us girls knowing God — church on Sunday, Sunday School, confirmation classes – the whole nine yards. I was very active until I was about 18. Youth-group, summer-camps…It was great. Than more and more I distanced myself from the church. It was no fun hearing every Sunday how much I sinned! There was not much Gospel message involved – believe me. I still went to church — once-in-a-blue-moon. But the biggest problem was that I also was distance from God. Why would I need Him? I was doing well, on-my-own – thank you very much.
Than my dad got really sick; my Sweetheart couldn’t find work in Germany after he left the army…I was holding together the best I could. When completely desperate I would send up a prayer…Did I listen for an answer? No – of course not. Than the biggest decision had to be made. Are we staying in Germany? Are we going to move to the US? My dad (once again) was the driving force. He said: “Your life is already planned ~ don’t refuse to follow”…Yeah, okay dad – you are sick, you will miss Daniel a whole bunch and you are telling us that we need to go??? That was in 1990…Well, we moved and dad died a month after we moved to the States in February of 1991 – and by this time – I was not very happy with God…
Fast-forward…the first years after my dad’s death were hard for me, because he was the best encourager someone could ever have. Did I ever think about picking up my Bible during that time? – Nope!!!! I enjoyed my pitty-party. Another fast forward…1995 my Sweetheart wanted to go back to school, I wasn’t able to control our son…here I was again – trying to hold it together. Someone from work invited my to attend church with her on Christmas Eve….I went and the rest is ‘history’…Not really. But God really got a hold of me than. He got my attention big time. He welcomed me back home…no questions asked. He took me in His arms and was glad to see me. Not a “I told you so”, no “What in the world were you doing?”…Just a simple: “Welcome home, little girl”…
I guess that is why I like the story of the prodigal son so much…That was me! God will use situations, life changes to get us back into His mighty arms. I am just glad that He gave me a second chance to return home. I know that someone was praying for me to return to Him. So if you are praying for a prodigal – don’t give up – it will be worth it. For some it might just take a little longer…like me!
And if you wonder if He will welcome you back into His arms? You bet He does. And guess what — He will not ask you any questions either – He will be just happy to see you come home…Can you hear Him calling you?
Extol him, all peoples!
For great is his steadfast love toward us,
and the faithfulness of the LORD endures forever.
Praise the LORD!” ~ Psalm 117:1-2
Visit Lauren at Created for HIS Glory or Heather at Graced by Christ to find more women who shared their testimony….Blessings on your day 🙂