Sunday, March 25, 2018

In His Mighty Presence I Stand

I want to preface this by saying that I am a child of God. I was saved by His amazing grace several years ago. However, the reality is that I am a work in progress. I am a hot mess and some days I fail miserably.

There have been many times in my life that I have felt the presence of the Lord near me. You may say that he is omnipresent and I would totally agree. In these instances, I have heard his sweet voice whisper be still and trust in me and felt the warmth of his unending light.

When I was 31 weeks pregnant with my oldest child, I became gravely ill. I was flown to a large hospital with a neonatal unit. When I arrived alone and scared in a strange hospital room, I was over come by a great feeling of peace. I can still remember lying there waiting for my family to arrive. In that strange scary place I knew that I was not alone. I would be remiss if I wrote about this experience and didn't mention all of the people that were praying for me and my family. However, there was one special prayer warrior that was on my side that day. My Grandmother was an amazing faith filled woman. When I finally was able to see her, the baby and I were doing much better. She told me how she got on her knees and prayed continuously lifting us up, her hands and arms out stretched giving it over to the Lord that his will be done. I pray that some day I will be able to  have just an ounce of the faith that woman had in her body.

One cold December day, I was getting ready for work and the telephone rings. It was my mother telling us that my Dad was being taken to the hospital by ambulance. As my husband was driving me  to the hospital, I heard Him speak to me. I can tell you the exact spot on highway that morning that I knew my Dad would not be coming home. I felt at peace that I can not explain. It was much later when the ambulance reached the hospital and we were told that he had passed. Being surrounded by family and friends that day and in the days that followed enabled us to feel as though we were wrapped in His love.

The next time I felt His presence was one busy May when three bus loads of children and teachers were returning to school after a fun day of end of the year fieldtrips. The laughter and the noisy chatter came to an abrupt stop when the bus I was riding on drove up on the scene of an overturned bus. There again I heard His voice whisper be still in the midst of he chaos and tears. I witnessed unbelievable strength and resolve as these godly women that I had the privilege to teach with for years helped to rescue  and comfort the children and adults injured in the accident. That day I believe that God used us as his hands and feet to provide comfort to those in need. He never left us in the days after as we struggled to heal and find a new normal for our students.


A few years ago, I resigned my teaching position after 15 years in the classroom, I prayed everyday. I was worried about the loss of income, losing my identity as a teacher, life changes for my kids, and my mothers deteriorating health. Amidst my fear and angst,  again I found myself hearing Him whisper be still and trust in me. Even though I dearly miss the kids and having my own classroom, this drastic life change has allowed me to spend more time with my aging mother, be truly present in the lives of my kids and my husband, and live my best life. What I thought was the end of the world turned out to be a huge blessing for our family.

I am unworthy of God's unfailing grace but he has stood faithfully by me through everything life has thrown at me and my family. As for me, I will one day stand forever in his mighty presence but until then I pray that I continue to hear His voice and feel His presences in this beautiful crazy messy thing we call life.


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