I know it so well that with only a few words spoken, I could tell you how the story ends. Or rather begins. A story of how God dug through the layers of sin and found the sinner. How He offered to take His well-worn slate and clean it. Make it new again. Of how God healed his disease, that gripped him tightly, so miraculously that He’ll never get over the power of His blood.
My dad’s story is wrought with grace and he’s not ashamed to show you how — even if he has to reveal how ugly he once was, or still is when sin grabs hold. I must confess, my teenage eyes would roll as he would share his painful addictions with a smile, for I never understood how he could appear proud of his story.
Now, I realize I was focused more on the details and the circumstances that surrounded them…not the moral of the story…the one ravaged with redemption.
I’m not sure when I discovered how powerful our ugliness can be when we claim it proudly. But I see now how the beauty of transparency allows His light to shine brightly. How His grace can pierce through more effectively. How it’s not really my story I’m telling, anyway…
The enemy has tried to belittle me. Convince me there’s not much worth telling. No great climax. No cliffhangers or gripping details. Some days I’ve believed him. But other days, most days lately, I hear my Savior’s echoes of mercy. I am filled with His goodness and become lost in His whispers of love. And I see the truth clearly.
Friends, my story is not about me at all. And I should smile wide when I reveal what He’s done through me. How He’s saved me and invited me in to this scandalous love affair I’m now whole-heartedly involved in.
I’ve seen grace in tangible form and can prove beyond a shadow of doubt: It truly is amazing. Now that’s something not only worth sharing, but worth getting excited about. For no matter how plain or ugly my story may appear, the beauty is always found in the end. Or rather the beginning.
That’s what I’m striving to do here, one post at a time: Share the story He’s given me. And I pray that no matter how much less you think of me, you’ll see Him more clearly through me.
For this is my story. My song. And I’ve seen too much, fallen too hard, been held too tightly not to praise Him through the journey. All the day long.
And on this Music Monday, I’m guessing you know what hymn I’m singing loud. You know it because you have it, too…
I can’t wait to hear your story. I hope you share it with me…
Friends, I just have to share a bit of my friend Kris’ story today, too. I have seen God move through her in ways only miracles can describe. She’s launching her new website today, sharing where God is taking her story. And you are going to want to hear all about it! Plus, she has a plethora of giveaways available (for only a short time) that I’d LOVE for you to win! Stop on by! Simply click on the image below:
How about you, friend? Do you love your story? How are you sharing what He’s done for you? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.