Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed.
And in Your book they all were written,
The days fashioned for me,
When as yet there were none of them.
When I was a very little girl, my family lived in a large, historic farmhouse. I’m not sure how old I was, but I must have been old enough to take a nap in a big girl bed (or else climb out of a crib) because my first memory is standing at the top of the curving staircase in the hallway, looking out this portal shaped window into the sky and asking God, “Who am I? Why am I here? What am I supposed to be doing?” Pretty lofty thoughts for a little girl.
Although I was baptized as an infant and confirmed in a Protestant church, by the time I was in college I had gotten away from the habit of going to church. When my parents were divorced, we no longer attended church when I moved to a new town with my mother and sister. Many years later, I recommitted my life to God as a young wife and mother.
As I began to grow and become a deeply committed Christian, I realized there could be no more double mindedness with one foot in the world and one foot dipped into the church. It was about that time that I experienced the infilling of the Holy Spirit. I soon learned that the days “fashioned for me” by God were far different from anything I would have imagined. It has been an amazing journey; always birthed first in prayer, then there is a vision, a confirmation, an assignment and off we go. If the Lord had not taken me along this path for over thirty years, I wouldn’t presume to write a blog about it. I find that sharing experiences of faith encourage others in their faith or to find faith. Writers have encouraged me every step of the way. My hope and prayer is to encourage you.
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