Psalm 78 (The Message)
1-4 Listen, dear friends, to God’s truth,
bend your ears to what I tell you.
I’m chewing on the morsel of a proverb;
I’ll let you in on the sweet old truths,
Stories we heard from our fathers,
counsel we learned at our mother’s knee.
We’re not keeping this to ourselves,
we’re passing it along to the next generation—
God’s fame and fortune,
the marvelous things he has done.
tes·ti·mo·ny noun \ˈtes-tə-ˌmō-nē\
: something that someone says especially in a court of law (or a Baptist church) formally promising to tell the truth
: proof or evidence that something exists or is true
“First giving honor to God, who is the head of my life, Pastor Warren and entire church family…”
Next came the personal log of truths, and proofs-God working in that individuals’ life.
Testimony service-is what we called it.
As a little girl, I fell in love with a God who was in action. One who responded to your greatest needs and deepest desires.
He had healed many of cancer, redeemed the back-slider, restored the broken hearted-right in front of our eyes.
In my turquoise pew, I sat attentive and in complete awe.
Story upon story, evidence of the Creator of the Universe on display-God was real.
And he still is today.
Tonight I just want to have a good old-fashioned testimony service.
Create an opportunity to pause and reflect on the goodness of God.
Can I get an Amen? AMEN…
Lord God, I want to thank you for your amazing love and grace.
So many times in my life I have and continue to go off course but you always bring me back home-to you.
Faithfully you prove your love in the most tiny and elaborate ways.
I adore you.
There are so many things I could share that you have put your personal signature on.
Preciously crafted, intricately packaged blessings- with only my name on it.
Here’s one you reminded me of today.
Driving by a familiar boulevard, in our neighborhood there Nya and I hang on a poster, displaying the proof, that you heard our cry and came to our rescue.
You have been Jehovah-Jirah, our provider.
(This photo was taken my 10th year of being a stay-at-home Mom. The photographer asked us to be models after quietly observing us from a distance. She said the love we had for each other was “rare” and she wanted to capture it, share it and use it for future publications.)
Eric and I had always wanted me to stay home with our children. Pregnant with our second child, and not willing to compromise our value of family first-I headed home on a prayer and a scripture.
Luke 1:45-Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished-I taped to the kitchen refrigerator.
It would take leaving a good and solid full-time income to walk this kind of faith out-but we did.
We lived life simple. No longer concerned about keeping up with the Jones’. We set our desires and devotion to raising our family with abandon.
We were making it-but only paycheck-to-paycheck and then it seemed the bottom fell out.
Out of all our savings, and with more bills rising we had no idea how we would make it to the end of the month and keep continuing on one income. We needed $1000.00 to get us back on track.
We began to question if we had been irresponsible in giving up a good job. Doubt and fear began to quietly eat away at our faith. It looked like I would have to find a job soon. But before I sent out my resume, we decided to pray.
Pouring out our hopes of having the privilege to raise our own children, and financial mistakes-we asked for both forgiveness, provision and direction.
A peace come over us, as we knelt on bended knee with clutched hands and humble hearts. We knew, no matter what the outcome, we were going to be okay.
“We need to pick up our mail.” Eric said.
It had been a few days since we had last checked the mailbox. Quite honestly, I was purposely avoiding it. I didn’t have the courage to keep looking at bills I knew we couldn’t pay.
“What is it?”
Eric held an envelope that read, “The Browns.”
“It looks like a letter.”
“Who is it from?” I asked.
“No return name or address. That’s strange.”
“Open it Babe.”
Slowly tearing the sealed content we both could see a check.
$1000 was the amount and it was signed “anonymous.”
We shouted around the van, whooping and hollering like we had won the lottery. Our then, scared toddlers stared back at us like we had lost it.
And we had.
We lost all the doubt and fear that had been weighing us down. We lost a shaky insecurity of our decision of me being called to be a full-time, stay-at-home Mom.
This was not chance, or good luck-we knew it was only God!
What is something small or large God has uniquely done for you?
Did you grow up with a”testimony service?” How did it impact your faith?
Are you sharing your God-only testimony with others? If so, how and if not, why?