Today, I am excited to be guest posting for Anna Smit and Debbie Michael. They are hosting 31 days of Miracles.
I am sharing the miracle of God’s love, telling a story about His silence and the way He has been hidden to me at times.
If you’ve been a reader here for a while or if you’ve been my friend for a while, you may be familiar with my story, but I never get tired of telling the story of God’s work in my life.
Usually when I think of miracle, I think of supernatural healing. To my knowledge, I’ve not experienced such a miracle.
I grew up going to church with my parents. I asked Jesus into my heart several times, but I was not baptized until I was 18. Baptism for me opened up a new experience. God became alive and active in my life. When I went to college, I wanted to experience community and not go astray, so I joined a campus ministry. While there, God called me to missions so I went on two summer mission trips.
The first summer, I went to Youngstown, New York. God was so present and tangible to me those weeks and months that I was there. He spoke to me in a way that felt audible even if it was not. Often times, I was aware of His spirit moving in others, even one time knowing that one of the youth was accepting Christ as Savior during one of our special events. God was my very best friend. This closeness with God continued as I traveled to Oregon the following summer. He manifested His presence to me.
This sweet time of closeness started changing when I was getting ready to graduate college. I considered going to Los Angeles and applied for jobs all over the country, but no jobs opened up. I moved home, and was met with a quarter life crisis. This led to a dark night of the soul. My parents were considering divorce; a boy had broken my heart; I was having trouble finding direction; my best friend moved away; and I could not hear God. He was silent, and for a long time, I thought I’d been abandoned or that I’d done something wrong. It seemed everything had been taken from me, and I blamed God.
Visit Anna here or Debbie here to read the rest of the story.
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