It all goes back to Jesus...

When telling about my life, I always tell small pieces. I always share about isolated incidents or eras of my life. Never once have I tried to share my life’s testimony, because there’s SO MUCH that I’ve been through (sometimes it feels it stops being believable). I don’t say this trying to be a martyr, but as someone who has been delivered through so many hard times; someone who has been given the measure of grace and the strength to endure time and time again.

I learned at a young age to rely on Jesus. Times may come when He is all you have; and those are the times that you realize He is all you really need.

I know this can sound basic to Christians, and it can sound preachy to people who aren’t, or who aren’t as sure about their beliefs. Because so many Christians are so harsh and over-exercize their right to speak their mind (and forget who they’re representing), it’s become more natural for most Christians of my generation, myself included, to not shove our beliefs down anyone’s throat; but to live a life that we feel represents who God is to us, and not be very vocal about it. I think it’s important though, that we share what a GOOD God we know.

When I was in middle school and high school, my life was turned upside down by my mom’s mental illness and drug abuse. It slowly tore apart my whole life and all familiarity I’d ever had. I held on to my life with my mom long after my brother left, and hoped everything would change; until things escalated to a point of no return and I had to move in with my father and his wife. I lost everything and was living in a home where I did not feel wanted or even liked. It was the period of time where everyone expects you to go crazy and experiment and try to find love in all the wrong places. I was hurting, but I knew God well enough to know that HE was what I needed. He was not some harsh, hateful meanie with a magnifying glass, He was the shield around me and the lifter of my head. He was Jehovah Shalom, my peace (nothing broken, nothing missing). He was my validation.

Even though life had it’s hurtful times, God sent people to be His hands and feet in my life. I had a church. I had people that reached out to me and loved me. I was never hopeless.

I was blessed enough to learn that He was the solution to my every problem at a young age. You’d think that lesson would stick for a lifetime, and I mean, in a way it does; but I have to relearn that lesson repeatedly.

In my recent struggles in my health, I’ve been reminded of this again. What we see in part, He sees in whole. When doctors don’t know, He does. When I’m not strong enough, He is. It’s so important to understand the nature of who God is. Sometimes the Christian world can represent Him to be so vengeful and harsh, but Jesus came with grace, compassion, and (the greatest) love. It’s important to remember that, no matter how old you get, how long you’ve known Him, or what you’re going through, you’re never out of the reach of His love and grace. Understanding that, my whole life, after all I’ve been through, He’s always been what I needed Him to be. He’s always been my source, of peace, of strength, of joy, of LIFE.