Once upon a time, there was a girl with very little faith that God could or would do big things for her. One morning, she got up, unable to walk. After limping around for a while, her mom called the doctor and made an appointment for the following day. The next day, the doctor said that she was going to have to have a cast on for four weeks. During those weeks, she acted like a crazy dare devil, climbing a rock wall, riding her bike, swimming with trash bags over the cast, etc. Three and a half weeks had gone by. She was taking a bath and her foot with the cast fell in and her dad had to cut the cast off. You wouldn’t believe how bad it smelt, but that wasn’t the worst part, her foot didn’t feel any better than before. The next day was a Sunday, and the preacher’s message was about faith. The girl knew that she needed to have faith that God could heal her foot. The pastor prayed that her foot would heal, and she limped around the whole day. That night, a scary black bruise appeared on her foot that hurt very badly. The next morning, she got up, again, unable to walk. Sitting on her bed, staring at her foot, she prayed, with the most faith she’d ever had. During her prayer, she watched the bruise fade away. “Mom,” she yelled, “it’s gone!” Her mom came running in after making another appointment for the doctor. She looked at her daughter’s foot, and then turned it around to check if it was the right side. They both were amazed. Reluctantly, she told her daughter to get up. She did, and the pain was gone. She ran, jumped, and praised God. Now, you would think that she was praising God only that He healed her, but she wasn’t. She praised Him also for the trial that he gave her. She realized that He gave her a gift, the gift of faith through that trial. That girl was me.
A couple months ago, I took a walk with my Lord and Savior - Jesus Christ. Right away, I asked Him to show me how small I was, and how big He was. He did just that, and I broke down crying. I was humbled, and He was exalted. Where would we be if Christ didn't have compassion on us? I sang praises to Him, and thanked Him for the Greatest Gift - His Son. I told Him that I would go His way, because that was the least that He deserved - me - my whole life, my whole heart, my hopes, dreams, future, desires, and all my love. I mess up sometimes, but I confess to Him, repent, and He forgives me without finding fault. "His mercy is new every morning!" I keep giving myself back to Him. I encourage you to get alone with God, and remember what He's done for you. Read:
...and remember how majestic His Name is. Thank Him, and give yourself to Him again!
Do you ever burn with anger because you're frustrated about the way that things are or aren't work in out? Or because you're fearful that they won't? Or because you can't believe that someone would treat you the way that they do? Does it feel like a bomb is ready to blow up inside of you sometimes, and you don't even know why? I can tell you why, because I was like that. God made you and I like that for a special reason. You're probably stubborn, and passionate to get your own way. You maybe too prideful to admit that your way isn't always best. If so, you're probably wondering why some people can just go along and get along. I just want to tell you that your "passion" is a gift! I know that you're thinking that I'm crazy to say that crying, fighting, screaming, and hopelessness is a gift. But, believe me; it is! God knew that the only way this stubborn girl would surrender is if she had to go through such hopeless trials. When I realized that my terrible life would never change without God, I told Him that I couldn't fight Him anymore. His way was the only way that would work. I gave Him myself - my life, my desires, and my future. I wanted what He wanted for my life. I just wanted Him - His strength, and His presence. After that, my life changed! Can you imagine a life full of peace, joy, and dependence on God? You can have that, if you exchange your life for the life that God wants you to live!
victorious in JESUS!
Yesterday, I asked my dad if I could have a Facebook account. I told him that the reason that I wanted one is so that I could witness on it. I thought that he would say yes. But, he said that he would pray about it, and the next day, he said no. He knew things that I didn't know.
My dad builds houses, and sells them as part of his job. Today, he found a piece of land for sale that he might want to buy. It seems to me that he should buy it right now. He asked me what I thought, and I just said that I didn't really know what was best. Maybe God would say no, and we wouldn't understand.
What do these two stories have in common? We may think that we know best, but who knows if God will say no, because He knows way more than we do. Our job is to trust and obey.
My name is Victoria. I like my friends to call me Tori.