Writing about the story of how His grace reached me took me more than a month; and you already know it wasn’t because of my meticulous writing skills. It took me all this long because I did not want to sound like a woman sharing from the pulpit in one of those “Testimonies Nights.” I remember well how it goes, the hand-claps are “offered to God,” but at the end, the glory goes to men. So I re-wrote this piece many, many times. It is His story, not mine. I did not choose it. He wrote it before I even existed. And I am so grateful for that!
Today I am sharing His story of grace in my life over at Desiring Virtue; want to come read?
Under His sun and by His grace,
Thank you for that Becky. I enjoyed reading about you, yet still making it all about Him. Your story of His grace in your life was written beautifully.
I loved your story of grace Becky. I hold on tightly to the fact that “Salvation is of the Lord”. Not only for myself, but it's the hope I cling to for those I love who don't know Him yet. Thank you.
Thanks for sharing your story, Becky. To God be the glory!