Memory Lane

A good friend of mine had a death in her family last week. I tried to get to the funeral a few times. Believe it or not, I had the wrong address and ended up in the wrong funeral home. I was trying to find a Puerto Rican family and instead I found a Hungarian family. How embarrassing. My husband and I graciously departed--and fast--from that place! We were trying so hard to find the right funeral home. We never did.

So the next day, I went out again with the correct address thinking I knew exactly where I was headed. After all, I grew up in this area so my memory should serve me well, right? WRONG. Again, I missed the funeral. I was so frustrated that I wanted to cry right there in my truck...not to mention it was about 100 degrees and it was "that time of the month". TMI TMI I know but women, you can relate..and for some reason I had on the wrong bra so all my stuff was falling out all over the place. It was NOT a good day..and I was upset. Until I realized where I was...I was taking a trip down memory lane..as God would have it. You know, I was having one of those weeks where NOTHING seemed to be working out.


Then I passed the old run down dilapitated house I used to live in with my first child, Jovanna. She was less than 2 and used to think the mice were her friends. There used to be an old "crack house" in front of where I lived, but now there is a little small church..run down..but still open to the hurting. After that street, I passed the bar that I used to chase my husband down in all the time. You know, he is saved now..and delivered from alcohol. Wow. What a miracle. A few minutes later, I passed the police station where I was locked up at for assault a few times. I could almost smell the stench of the urine-soaked cell I was in-gross. But not too long after that, the Lord came to my spiritual prison and He set me free. Another miracle. Had I already forgotten? How could I? I was serving satan's domain...and then Jesus found me. He LOOSED me from my own hell.



God had to open my eyes on one of my worst weeks ever to show me what He took me from. My tears fell like rain that day in humble gratitude. I realized that although I never made it to the intended funeral, I attended my old life's funeral. It had been put to death by the power of the Blood of Jesus Christ. And somehow in the cares and problems of life, I had lost sight of this. The Lord wanted to lovingly remind me. I am so grateful He did.



How about you? Is is time to count your blessings? Times are tough. Life sucks sometimes. But there is a God who loves us beyond ourselves and cares enough to remind us of this just when we think He isn't listening or does not care. He hears. He sees. He loves.


"...for your love for me is very great. You have rescued me from the depths of death!"
Psalm 86:13

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