He is our only hope

Sometimes when I start writing so much comes out that I often forget some of the things I want to get across. Maybe I need to go back old school and start writing outlines first!

That happened after I finished my last post, I hit publish then later thought wait you didn’t say “insert all the things here”! So while this is rare for me, I’m coming at you with another post pretty quick so I can follow up my thoughts.

I don’t regularly attend church, there are probably people in my life who don’t know I’m a Christian, and who might have read this week’s earlier post and be totally confused. That honestly makes me ashamed. I won’t claim to be perfect that’s for sure, and nobody should, because nobody is! But my faith runs deep, all the way back to a cute little 3 year old in her Sunday best sitting in Sunday school learning all about John 3:16. Somewhere is the picture to prove this y’all!

I grew up in church, I gave my heart to Jesus at 9 years old and I can tell you lots of stories about what He’s done for me. Even if I don’t always speak it or come across as one of those “church people” I can promise you I know exactly where my strength comes from and it’s where I go whenever times get hard.

When my son started driving I prayed a very specific prayer over him every single time he was away from the house. It is hard on a Momma’s heart to have that first born hitting the road. He’s been in some accidents, one that could have been deadly, but GOD! I still use that same prayer often even if I don’t know exactly where he is or what he’s doing, I know during his work day he’s out driving somewhere and I want protection over him.

When my daughter went into labor with her first child she was induced because the baby was large and overdue. Due to still lingering covid restrictions we could not even be there in the waiting room at the hospital. She labored through the night and into the next day not giving birth until the mid afternoon, after going into the hospital over 24 hours before. You talk about stressful for this Momma! I did the only thing I knew to do, I just kept praying until my son-in-law called to say “She’s here and they are both doing great”.

My husband will tell you that I prayed him home on many occasions. One specific memory that comes to mind is me sitting on the sofa late at night with worship music on while he laid there passed out. I don’t know the time, I just know it was late, but I texted a trusted pastor (we weren’t even attending his church at the time) and a trusted friend to join me in prayer. I stayed awake the entire night listening to that worship music and talking to God. He will literally meet you wherever you are and whenever you call. It was 2019 and my marriage was resurrected by God later that year.

Those are just a few examples but I have so many more. I may not always walk it out as I should but there is no doubt I believe in God, I believe he sent Jesus to die for our sins, I believe we are all lost sinners without Him and I believe He is our only hope in a fallen world.