The One Who Stepped In

I knew that nothing would ever be the same, 

On that day the Lord stepped in.

A broken heart was fully made whole,

Sins cleansed from somewhere deep within.

I knew that nothing would ever be the same,

On that day the Lord stepped in. 

Twenty two years of sweet salvation have absolutely flown by but will forever hold onto a heart of praise for the incredible journey that God so graciously blessed me with 🩷

I have spent countless hours reminiscing and reflecting upon the goodness of God that is deeply and wonderfully woven into the story of someone who has overcome numerous challenges simply by trusting in the power of His might. 

As I began writing this particular piece, I knew that I was becoming too technical with it. That has forever existed as one of my greatest roadblocks in serving Him through my little blog.

I am the best at walking ahead of Jesus instead of alongside Him. (How often are we guilty of wanting to follow our own will instead of His?) 

I will forever be thankful for the day that Jesus stepped into my life and as the opening poem reads, nothing has ever been the same.

I gave my heart to Jesus and accepted Him as my Lord and Savior on a Thursday night while attending Vacation Bible School at the Independent Missionary Baptist Church of Alum Creek in Alum Creek, West Virginia on June 24, 2004. 

I know that His presence made all of the difference within every aspect of who I am. 

I am no quitter and I love a good challenge.

I simply could not have lived through any of what I've been through without Him.

I wanted to close out this little thought by allowing a brief glimpse into what His presence has meant to me. I know that He would be the same for anyone who would call upon His name.

Everyone that follows me may remember that my father lost his battle with lung cancer last year. I will say that moments of grief will still exist even without ever experiencing the classic daddy-daughter bond. Although I never was able to experience it with my earthly father, I am forever thankful to know and enjoy that sort of love through my Heavenly Father. I felt incredibly blessed to have had the opportunity to talk to my dad nearly every day before he passed. The Lord bestowed to me a wonderful gift in that I got to tell him how much I loved him in the midst of every phone conversation. I still love him today.

The last six months have been quite interesting healthwise and while aging with mild cerebral palsy isn't the worst--there are those days spent on the struggle bus and Jesus is the ultimate provider of physical strength on my weariest day.

He keeps me keepin' on all with a smile on my face. I can honestly write that I am doin' better than ever. 

Lastly, His presence sweetly and sovereignly sustains my soul as I continue to travel alongside Him on this precious journey. He lifts me up on those days of defeat and  joyfully celebrates with me on those days of victory.

I will forever have a heart of praise for the One who stepped in.

My life truly couldn't be any more blessed.🩷

"The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; and with my song will I praise him." (Psalm 28:7)