Updated: Feb 5
As I sit here this morning playing a song, I am taken back to a painful yet victorious chapter in my life.
I was a single mom with one failed marriage under my belt, living in a small apartment with my son trying to make ends meet. We were attending a local church and at that time there was only one musician: a violinist. I approached the Pastor offering my modest talents. I remember being at the front of the church so nervous, not knowing much more than a few chords, plunking back and forth from the G chord to C chord. My hearts desire wanting to serve the Lord, offering up the small talent that I had knowing it wasn't much.
Today, as I play that same song thirty years later, sitting at my beautiful baby grand, overlooking a glistening, frozen bay from my waterfront home, I am left weeping. Weeping with a heart of incredible gratefulness remembering that young, defeated woman and now looking at the complete restoration of my life.
♪♪“Mercy there was great, and Grace was free. Pardon there was multiplied to me. There my burdened soul found liberty, at Calvary.”
Say Yes. Offer up whatever you have to serve Him. He will not fail you. You may fail you, but He will never fail you. God is a God of Hope, Forgiveness, Restoration, and Love. In your deepest sorrows, in your challenging times of regret, remember there is a God who loves you, who has a plan for your life; you just need to say Yes. Trust Him. Follow Him.
There is an incredible life’s story out there written by the author of hope and it has your name of it.
Mark 12: 41-44
"41 Jesus sat down opposite the place where the offerings were put and watched the crowd putting their money into the temple treasury. Many rich people threw in large amounts. 42 But a poor widow came and put in two very small copper coins, worth only a few cents.
43 Calling his disciples to him, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put more into the treasury than all the others. 44 They all gave out of their wealth; but she, out of her poverty, put in everything—all she had to live on.”