It was a great weekend at church. Twelve baptisms of people (most of them middle schoolers) who have recently invited Jesus into their lives. So great to see them come up out of the water drenched and smiling with everyone cheering and clapping. It was a packed house the last two services, so the energy surrounding these people was awesome.
John (our pastor) had a great message and last night we had a great after- service celebration to ordain our youth pastor, Josh (which was hugely moving).
And as if all that weren’t enough, I had the unique privilege and surprise of meeting three remarkable women today. None of them knew each other. All of their stories were different. Each of them had seen horrible times and horrific circumstances and not only survived them, but saw God do miraculous, incredibly lovely and loving things through those grievous events. They have truly seen God answer prayer so specifically and so uniquely and personally to them. They have experienced His healing. They have felt His touch. They have heard His voice. And they will never be the same. They are walking miracles. And though I’m sure they have residual scars, they have been left with beautiful, telling smiles.
I caught myself nearly catching flies with my mouth hanging open in awe of what these women have experienced and in the miracles that God has done in their lives. We have an amazing God. His work and process and time table and method is so unique for each of us. And not one of our experiences is less than miraculous when we stop and really consider all that He has done….Breathtaking, really…
