I’ve been told that writing out your story of how you came to Jesus is a good idea. I’ don’t know because my story is not anything special, but it is my story. When I was little, I remember being afraid of my father because he was hard and I did not want to make him angry. When I was probably six or seven my dad accepted Christ as his savior because of some Christians who love him unconditionally. What a transformation!! My dad became as kind and gentle as he had been calloused. I knew anyone who could make that kind of transformation in a person was awesome. A few years later, we had an evangelist come to the church. I remember realizing that it wasn’t just my father that needed Jesus. I needed him also. I didn’t accept Jesus as my savior right then, but a few years later at church camp. I would love to say that I’ve always from that point on did everything right but the truth is, I haven’t. I am reminded often of how far I have yet to go. Praise God I am not the person I was either. I've shared my story, now you share yours. I'd love to read it.
There are tragedy and sadness in everyone's life, No one is exempt. Yet, in the midst of the hurt and pain, God is there. He takes the things that hurt us and make us sad and turns them into things are beautiful. The death of my mother was a tragedy to my dad. However, because of that tragedy, my dad began to see his need for God. In his brokenness, he found a God that could make him whole. God turned his ashes into beauty. My dad, in turn, taught me to love God. I am blessed to know God as my savior because of my dad. God also blessed me with a lovely step-mom Life is harsh at times, and many things are sad, Yet, if we let him, he will take our ashes and make them into a work of art. He delights in making the ash heaps of our life beautiful. When we are broken, God is near, and where there is sorrow, he will turn it into dancing. Thank you, God, F...

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