My friends, today I want to share a wonderful story from one of our readers. Many of you know Dawn from the comments on our posts and see her heart's pursuit of Abba and His peace and hope as she walks through a storm right now. She mentioned a wonderful story about one of her children in a comment recently, and I knew it was a story to be shared. So, here is Dawn telling us this beautiful story about her daughter's growing faith in the middle of a storm.
middle of a class five hurricane storm – Hurricane Separation with pain gusts
of 100 mph. While yours may not be
the storm of separation, many of you can relate to a storm of this
magnitude.
Even on my darkest, cloudiest, windiest days, God shines
rays of blessings through the clouds.
The biggest blessing that has come from this has been watching my
children’s faith grow. I’m talking
seeds to oak trees, indescribable faith that I believe only a child can have. I was raised going to church every
Sunday, but prior to our separation I did not bring my children to church. In fact, outside of nightly prayers,
Jesus wasn’t a common subject at our house. My husband is a non-believer and I never wanted to rock the
boat. Not a good excuse, but it
was my poor reasoning.
Fast forward to our separation after 10 years of marriage
and the first place I turned was back to Jesus, who had never left my side even
when I had left His. In fact, He
was right there waiting with open arms and nothing but grace and forgiveness. This was also a turning point for my
girls, 8 and 10 at the time.
The three of us rallied together for support. We began going to church again and
submerged ourselves in The Word of God and His promises. We began praying for and continue to
pray for their dad’s heart of stone to be turned into a heart of flesh. Ezekiel 36:26.
The amazing thing is that my kids who had not been raised in
an openly Christian household embraced all of it immediately. Their faith alone makes this storm
worth every minute.
One of my favorite examples of this comes from my oldest
daughter, Lily, who is now 11 and in the 6th grade. One day, Lily got in the car after
school and announced how excited she was because someone at school had finally been rude to her. I was very confused and asked why that
made her so happy. She said it was
because she had been praying for God to send her an enemy that she could be
nice to. Talk about make a mama’s
heart soar. In dealing with their
dad, we talk a lot about loving people because God calls us to and not because
of how they treat us or what they do or don’t do.
These trials are so hard, but there are so many teachable
moments in them. Opportunities to
teach our children things that they can’t learn from smooth sailing. My kids have learned more about the
love and faithfulness of Our Father and about the love He calls us to show each
other than I could have ever taught them when the sun is shining. Never forget that our kids are watching
us in these situations and God is using these trials to show these sweet babies
HIS amazing love.
God alone has given me the strength to endure this storm
with grace, love and forgiveness (most of the time.) To Him all the Glory for not only, every teachable moment
that He gives me, but for the wisdom He gives me in that moment. It is through nothing in me that I am
able to attain these things.
I regret not wanting to rock the boat all those years, but I
am forever grateful for the second chance God has given me to give my children
the gift of faith. It’s never too
late to give them that gift.
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