I remember when...

Today I went to G2,  an informal cafe style worship service, that I've been meaning to check out since being in York and just haven't got round to doing so, well today, I did...and it was good :)

We had communion...but in the run up to that, we were told a story, a story of a man, who was a wonderful friend, who did good to so many people, a man who was betrayed, and hung on a cross to die, a man who ultimately gave his body and his blood for the forgiveness of our sins...the story proceeded to tell of the mans friends, of how after his death they looked back, fondly, remembering that time when Jesus broke bread and drank wine with them, for he knew what was about to come....but not only this, they remembered the time when he fed so many people on a beach, they remembered when he walked on water, they remembered the many times when they feasted together, they remembered the time when Jesus healed people....and the list goes on, and on, and on..

Well that was their story, and this is mine:

Dear God,

I remember when:
  • You led me to an awesome church family
  • I celebrated my 16th birthday, which I never thought I'd reach, but by your grace, I did
  • I had a party for my 18th, and I was surrounded by friends and family whom you blessed me with
  • You gave my sister a baby, and me a Niece, we thought we might never have
  • You sent your healing power down for my Dad, again, and again
  • You saved my life, February, after February
  • People stuck by me, through all the darkest of times, because you were behind them, all the way
  • You gave me the strength to carry on
  • I cried with laughter with friends not long ago, friends I am not worthy of, but have been heaven sent anyway
  • A ray of sunshine, broke through the canopy of trees above the river as I emerged from the water after being baptised-a sign from you, I have no doubt
  • I walked home from church, with a smile on my face, grateful for all the things you have done for me
  • I was driving along, deep in conversation with my friend, with you Lord
  • I woke up, full of dark despair, but you were there, holding me in your arms
  • I woke up, full of the joys of a life, lived out for you
I could go on, for a long, long time. I guess, looking at this list, I have so much to be grateful for Lord, but there is so much more I could say, so many more times when you have been there, pushing me forwards, pulling along, wrapping me safe in your love, surrounding me with your grace, and washing me clean in your mercy. Time and time again, when you forgave me, though I didn't not deserve it, when you blessed me, though I was far from worthy, when you freed me, from my broken, vulnerable self, when you remade me, into a new creation, your new creation. There are so many times I remember Lord, when you were there, again, and again, before me, behind me, beside me, you were wherever I needed you to be, without me even having to ask.

I am so thankful Lord, so grateful Lord, so overwhelmed and humbled Lord, hope is stirring Lord, my heart is yearning for you!!.

'This is amazing grace, this is unfailing love' -This is Amazing Grace-Bethel Live

So I ask you, what do you remember?

Amen <3

Go in peace, for the Lord is with you, always and forever

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