All Things Are Possible…

God can do anything, you know…far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams  He does not do it by pushing us around but by working within us, His Spirit deeply and gently within us.  Ephesians 3:20 MSG

Everything we could ever need for life and complete devotion to God has already been deposited in us by his divine power.  For all this was lavished upon us through the rich experience of knowing Him who has called us by name and invited us to come to Him through a glorious manifestation of His goodness.  II Peter 1:3  PT

It was a warm Summer day, the sun was bright, high in the sky.  The men were home for lunch and a bit of a rest before getting back in the field.

My Grandma, Gram to me, and I were in the kitchen doing the dishes.  Well, I was actually lollygagging, sitting in a chair in the living room polishing a dish when I should have been in the kitchen with her.  I hated doing the dishes and could find ways to get around it, such as going to the bathroom for fifteen minutes until she was finished with them.

I was eight years of age when I came to stay at the farm.  I am the oldest of what would eventually be seven children.  How I came to the farm and my early life there is a story for another time.  Today I want to tell you a little more about what God has done for me.

Every child is born with rebellion in them.  It comes from Adam, the federal head of the race of mankind.  I was no exception.  God brings us into a family with a mother and a father, whose charge it is to “train us up in the way we should go.”  However, we know that His standard is often not the pattern.

My Dad became an alcoholic early in life.  This addiction colored our world.  It not only touched Mom and us children, it touched the extended family as well.

I am a melancholy introverted person by natural temperament.  I am also more choleric than I care to admit.  These two temperaments within me have collided frequently in the past and still do occasionally.

I was born in 1938.  So much was going on in the world during the 30’s and 40’s.  The war had a profound affect on our lives.  Dad had a bad back and so was not able to be in the war effort.  No doubt this affected him, as well as his home situation.

My Dad was a personable, kind person when he was not under the influence of alcohol.  I found this out only when we brought him to live with us many years later.

People have many experiences and along with those experiences are the decisions that they make which color their world for the better or for worse, and in turn affect those around them.

My Dad had a little brother who died suddenly.  When his mother died unexpectedly, his father rebelled against God. When his dad married a former school teacher, the situation became impossible for both Dad and her.  He was told to leave.

I have heard some of the stories of what he did during that time period and I have no doubt it was difficult for his step-mom, a woman who had never been married, to come into a ready-made family of three children.  But, it was a life changer for my Dad and the decisions that he made affected the rest of his life and thus those of us who were in his circle.

I think of and picture a beautiful, sunny day at the lake.  I see the sun shining of the water and a young boy with rocks in his hands skipping them across the water.  Some of the rocks skip, but not all, some just go kerplunk into the water and the waves begin to go out from the point of impact in ever-widening circles.

This picture speaks to me of the effect each decision we make has on our lives and the lives of those in our circle.  How very important it is to consider who we are and whose lives we impact when we make a decision.  Each decision has a far-reaching impact.

In my eighth year I was taken to my maternal grand-parents farm, where I lived until I was eighteen.  Many years later I was shown that the decision where I wanted to live was given to me.   I was only eight.  When I was 19, I questioned who I was and felt as though I did not belong to anyone.  Years later when I married, my Grandma said, “Now you belong to someone.”

I met Jesus when I was fifteen years of age.  I saw that it was my sin that He took on the cross, it became personal that day.  I was raised in church, I knew about Jesus, but I did not know Him.  That day I asked Him to come into my heart and when I did, I became a new creation in Him.

I went from hating my Dad for what he did to me and our family through his use of alcohol to loving him and being concerned for him, and praying that he would come to know Jesus.  It was many years later, but he received Jesus as his savior before he died.

The day I met Jesus, I became a prayer.  After seven years of prayer and trusting God, my Mom, my sisters and my brothers all met the Lord Jesus.  They all love Him today, I am so thankful.  We  will be together for all eternity.

God who knows the end from the beginning, who has made all provision for us, reached out to me and drew me to Himself.  I found my worth, my value in Him.  I am a child of God, that is who I am.  God is my Father, Jesus is my Savior and Lord and the Holy Spirit is my teacher, my counselor and my comforter.

God is in the transformation business.  He takes what is broken and makes it new.  He takes what is stained and dirty and makes it clean.  The blood of Jesus that was shed for all mankind washes us clean, we only need to claim it and take it as our own.  I pray that you have done that.

God bless you today,

Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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