I remember being on day eight and wondering how in the world I would come up with thirty-two more God moments to write about, but he brought more to mind as the days progressed and I am grateful to have these all written down. As much as I hope others have been encouraged by these stories of answered prayer and provision, I have to confess that I mostly wrote these down for me.
When I next enter a dry season; when I can’t see God’s face or hear his voice and I feel alone, I have proof that I’m loved; proof that he is always with me and I never have to do this on my own. I can come here and remember how good he is, and know that as he has helped me before he will again. It’s my monument of stones testifying to real encounters with a living God.
My last 40:40 is the biggest miracle I have experienced so far: my own conversion.
No one saw it coming, least of all me.
I had been to church and youth group hundreds of times, but my picture was next to the word “rebellious” on Wikipedia. I almost said dictionary but that’s so last century. I wanted to do bad things. Not to hurt people, but to please myself. Other people did get hurt, though, and (surprise, surprise) so did I. I loved sin but it didn’t love me. By the time I was twenty-five I was tired of living this way, and against all my natural instincts I opened my heart to believe that I could find peace, love, and joy in Jesus.
It’s been a bumpy road, I’ll admit, but guess what? I don’t love sin anymore. I love God, and that’s a miracle. Who knows what the years hold ahead, but I know my future is secure because nothing and no one can stand against my God or keep me from his love (Romans 8:28).
Thanks for reading and sharing this journey with me. I hope it has blessed someone else as it has blessed me.
Prayer: One more time. Please take a second to pray for miraculous healing for my friend J. God, we know you are able!