i am a witness
“But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come on you, and you will be My witnesses in Jerusalem, in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”Acts 1:8
I have a testimony. A story to tell.
The story of my rescue, of the way He reached into the darkness and pulled a wretch into the light. It remains a spectacular mystery to me.
The many ways He saved me, mostly from my own self-destructive ways, but from cards dealt from a stacked deck too.
The grace that never got winded from chasing me down.
The love that healed a heart that was in pieces.
The mercy that brought my rebellion to its knees in surrender because He didn’t deal with me as my sins deserved.
I could tell of how nothing made sense until He let my blind eyes see Him. Then it all made sense and nothing would ever be the same.
His Word set me free. His love healed me. His grace let me stand. His mercy brought me low.
His death gave me life that will never end.
In a thousand ways He changed everything and became everything and now everything I am is His.
But I forget the story. Forget to tell it. To let it fall on someone else and give them hope.
So I declare truth because I want to live the truth.
He has given me a story to tell about Him.
Where ever I am, I am His witness.