Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. Hebrews 10:23
Janna asked “what is your story of His faithfulness” and I thought – there is so much, so many things I could share but really the question is “Lord what is it you want me to share”, because truth is, I have lots of stuff, more stuff then I care to have and I wonder really what is it that I am to share and how and when and does anyone really have that much time?
And then it hits me, this wave of stuff that is the story of His faithfulness to me.
I am Rahab, I am Bathsheba, I am David and Jonah and Abraham, Mary Magdalene, Thomas, Peter and Paul. I am each of them at their worst. Before they remember Gods faithfulness and his promises. I am each of them in the dirt and the grit; in the I want it now and don’t want to wait. I am the cheater, the liar, the doubter, the prostitute, the mistress, the woman with demons that torment; I am the adulterer, and the murder in thought and perhaps in deed. I am worse then each of them at their worst and in this, in all of this is my story of Gods faithfulness. That in all of this – all that I am He still loves me, He pursues me relentlessly and blesses me giving me chance upon chance; His desire for me, to be redeemed and restored, to be His.
My testimony is full of moments that are dark with shards of light, sparks of His love and hope. My story of His faithfulness is a day-to-day hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute story of Him; Not. Letting. Go. EVER.
His character is patient and kind, loving and steadfast, constant and sure, safe and secure. Like Janna mentioned of her life, mine is the same; through thick and thin and as long as I can remember He has been there, been mine, loving me, even when I didn’t love back, often when I didn’t love at all, when I doubted and denied. When I allowed my past to take hold. I have deserved the end of goodness, the end of milk and honey but He doesn’t stop, His faithfulness has endured for what seems like forever.
His strong hand has brought me out from more places than I can count or care to remember. But I do remember. These are the moments, the places of His faithfulness. His pursuing of me, Him calling my name, gazing at me with love and forgiveness, not one big moment but so many moments making a tapestry of His love for me; this my story of His faithfulness.
My love won’t walk away from you, my covenant commitment of peace won’t fall apart. The God who has compassion on you says so. Isaiah 54:9,10