This morning the Lord reminded me of something.
I’ve given you this space to be an influencer for Me.
But I don’t really use it like I should.
I will tell of your name to my brothers (sisters). In the midst of your congregation I will praise you.
Last week, God opened the door for hubby and I to sit down and encourage a couple in the middle of a marriage crisis.
We left our friends after several hours of counseling feeling somewhat discouraged, neither very confident that sharing Gods testimony of healing in our marriage had really made a difference.
But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much, that even though we were dead because of our sins, he gave us life when he raised Christ from the dead.
Perhaps our friends won’t find the fight to remember the covenant they made to God on their wedding day and work through their problems, but we had, and suddenly it dawned on me that sharing our story that evening hadn’t been entirely about them.
It had been about us, too.
We can argue over over theology all day long, but there’s no mistaking it when a life, or a marriage, has been radically transformed by the power of God. Our stories of overcoming in Christ are evidence that He really does take what the devil meant for evil and use it for good.
That’s my story … It’s our story, one that encourages us in our faith as much as it encourages others in theirs.
When we share our stories, it’s a reminder that God isn’t just in the business of raising dead people to new life …
He resurrects marriages too.
Several weeks later, our friends are still together. It gives me hope. Perhaps what He did for us, He is doing for them.