So I shared the story of how God touched my life with a group of men on Saturday night. I talked about how I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere in Montana and the adventures I had as a child. In the midst of it all I got to share my favorite memories from my childhood.
The truth is I have a terrible memory. My younger brother can remember tons of stuff that failed to register with me as we were growing up. What I do remember is this… God is faithful!
God heard my mother’s prayer to have a child after 2 miscarriages and gave me to her. He heard my father’s prayer over my new born brother and mom when it looked like he might loose them both (she had birth complications in a one doctor town in the middle of a blizzard in Eastern Montana). He provided for our every need (especially when we were poor). We would gather together as a family and pray about our circumstances and money would come in from a friend out of town or God would bless us with 60 lbs of Pinto Beans (you had to be there to hear the story).Later after my father had his stroke and was fired from his church I rebelled. I ran from all I had heard growing up. Each night I that I would come home drunk I would have to pass by my mothers room where I would hear her praying for me (she didn’t know what all I’d been doing). God was faithful and heard her prayers and eventually brought me to a point where I met Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.
I learned that God is faithful through the prayers of my parents. I’ve read the bible through 2 or 3 times now and understand every word to be true, but I saw it first in my parents simply trusting God in the midst of difficult circumstances. I pray that my daughter sees God’s faithfulness in my actions and response to circumstance.
I share more about my story in a series of blog posts. You are welcome to check them out here.
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