Recently I turned the big 4-0. My husband, Marc, and I had an amazing time in Miami for my birthday weekend where we were able to rest, take in the sights, and spend quality time together in such a beautiful city. It was everything I could have wanted.
One night while driving around the city, we were listening to some worship music and I could not stop the tears from falling. I began crying and turned my head to the window so as to hide the nonstop flow of tears. As best as I could I tried keeping the sobs in, but I was overcome with gratitude and whatever song was playing was only cultivating the appreciation in my heart for God and all He has done for me. God has been so good to me and I could never say thank you enough. While life is far from perfect, it is not short of God’s blessings and His faithfulness to me!
Marc said something to me and I managed to answer him without turning my head. He thought something was wrong and when I turned my head he was obviously curious as to why I was crying. All I could say was, “I’m just grateful.” I went on to say that people have no idea my story and all that God has done for me.
Earlier that day we had visited a friend in South Florida who my family actually lived with at one time in our life. We faced a devastating season in our lives and were forced out of our home not because of finances, but because of racial persecution in our small town. We packed up a U-Haul without knowing where we would sleep that night. My Mom said, “I can either take you kids to stay with family until I get on my feet or we can stay together in a family shelter.” I remember knowing in my heart that I didn’t care where we slept as long as we weren’t separated. As we put the final things into our moving truck to take to storage, our sweet friend drove by. When she learned of our situation, she opened her home without negotiation and we lived with her and her dear husband for a short period of time until we found our permanent home in the lovely town of Mt Pleasant. The name spoke for itself, our new season was one of pleasant restoration.
Sometimes you have to look back at where you’ve come from to offer God another “Thank you” for saving you and providing for you! At the age of 40 I’m mindful of my single mother who was on welfare, raising two biracial children in a community during a time that wasn’t as accepting as it is today. Statistics would assume I would be a product of the “system” but God’s love trumps any and all systems and statistics.
My tears were not of sadness, sorrow or pity, they were tears of joy and gratitude. My story is not more important than yours because we all have one, and all of our stories matter. It has led us to who and where we are today.
If you only knew my story, you’d know why I love Jesus like I do. If you only knew, you’d know why quitting in life is not an option. If you only knew, you’d know why I am grateful for the past 40 years and look forward to the many years of His faithfulness to be revealed all the more in my life.