I'm in a reflective mood tonight, and I just thought I might take a minute to share a personal miracle I've witnessed over the last 16 years. I have experienced many miracles over my lifetime as a Christian, but this particular one has meant so much to me.
Growing up I didn't have a father. I mean I had a physical one who provided for me financially, but he was never there for me emotionally. He was an alcoholic all of my years growing up, and I dearly missed out on the father/daughter bond that I so desperately longed to have. He was not abusive or intentionally hurtful, he was simply lost and sick. Neglect is the main thing I experienced. When my parents divorced after 24 years of marriage, my dad soon hit rock bottom. He lost his wife and children(not literally), and was heading into a place he didn't want to go. Through an AA group, my father found recovery. He also found a higher power, which still left him lost and empty. I started praying for my father, specifically that he would come to know Jesus as his personal Saviour. Skip and I were recently married, and we both were attending a wonderful bible church. We would casually share about our sermons, and how we would love for them to come sometime. I can't exactly tell you the day or how it happened, but within a year, my father asked Jesus into his heart. I was overcome with praise and thankfulness for this miraculous event. So many people had been praying for my father over the years, and now it finally happened. He dug into God's word like there was no tomorrow. He fully devoted himself to living a life of purpose. Shortly after that he married my stepmother, who also had made a recent recovery of her own. God did a mighty work in my Daddy that can only be described as a miracle. Over the last 15 years he has become such a godly man. He is in the word every day, and he is the first person I call when I have a question in scripture. He has become a wonderful father, grandfather, and a husband to his wife. Another miracle is that I never ever think about the bad times growing up without a father. He has proved to me that WHO HE IS NOW is all that matters. I praise God everyday for this gift I've been given.
I will try to share some other miracles I've experienced from time to time. I think that sharing our personal stories can truly show others just how great our God truly is.
*This picture was taken three years ago at my Daddy's 60th b-day party. This is my Dad, my sis Debbie, Me, and my baby brother Billy.