Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1 (KJV)
For those of you that read Michelle Count’s post, Nothing to do with Baseball from May 19, 2015, you will remember she survived the brain surgery. Here’s a followup on her story.
Funny, even my own neurosurgeon said it would take a miracle to bring me through my surgery. But if you’re like me, it is sometimes through our greatest struggles that we feel Christ the most. I think this experience has left me with a gratefulness I will never be able to repay. It has been three years since my surgery and with every passing month I feel stronger. As I reflect on this experience I realize how important my faith is to me.
Recently my husband was reading from one of our bibles. He asked me, “Do you remember the date July 14th in the early 1980’s?”
I laughed and said, “No why? Should I? I was a little girl.”
“I just assumed it was the day you were saved. You wrote on the inside cover of your Bible that date with, ‘I Met Jesus.’”
I was struck by the words. Not that I had I been saved on July 14th but that I had met Jesus. I thought about how strong my faith was when I wrote those words. I remember receiving that Bible. I was at a Christian CFO Camp where my Great Aunt Opal took me and my family to every year.
Some of my greatest childhood memories came from time spent at that camp. I had also survived a troubling childhood early on and my Aunt Opal, a retired school teacher, made it her mission not to let me become bitter or angry. Instead, she shared the Gospel of Jesus Christ with me. For that I am grateful.
I think the world truly needs more Aunt Opals. I wonder if we all doing our part in spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ to a broken world?
I hope that anyone who meets me isn’t looking for a perfect Christian because I am not, I fall short every day but I hope people do see my faith. It makes me sad when I hear people say “I would rather be an honest sinner than a hypocrite” or” I will go to church once I am living right.” I am a living testimony that God still loves us at our best times and our worst times.
I am glad to share my testimonies with anyone who needs it. I have lived through way too many heartaches not to believe in the power of God. I don’t believe in chance or luck but I believe in an all-powerful God.
Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost. Romans 15:13 (KJV)
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