Happy Friday, my friends. Have you ever virtually met someone via a group or a friend and there was something about that person that made your heart warm whenever you saw her name? That is how I describe this month's God's Girl. I met Jeralyn on my Proverbs 31 COMPEL Facebook page earlier this year. From the very beginning, I could tell we were going to be friends. She is encouraging and supporting and has a way with words. She is a Jesus lover and I hope one day we can meet face-to-face. Please welcome Jeralyn to Casual Conversations.
Photographs and Memories...
I love photographs! My phone gallery is jam-packed, my computer is full, and we have boxes upon boxes of pictures developed before the digital age.
Recently I tackled the task of organizing several boxes of photos belonging to my parents. My dad passed away two years ago, and I have been slowly walking through the time- line of his life soaking in the essence of who he was and who I remember him to have been.
Several years ago when my mom and her husband moved from our area, they left behind a steamer trunk full to the brim with memorabilia.
Time seemed to stand still as I wandered through family history and inscribed on the backs of photos what I could remember about events, places, and people.
My desire was to record picture stories for my own children and grandchildren to one day hold in their hands and journey through as I was doing in that moment.
I had my entire life history piled around me. I laughed, and I cried. As the hours passed, I came to realize there was a gentle, quiet healing happening in my heart and soul.
Like so many, my home life was marred and scarred by the dysfunction of addiction. My dad's alcoholism created dynamics that would eventually lead to my parent's divorce.
Being the adult child of an alcoholic brought it's own pain into my life and subsequently into my future...my marriage.
But...at the age of eighteen, I found Jesus. My life as I knew it was changed and I began my journey in His love and grace. I'll never forget a preacher declaring that how I went through life was my choice...I could be a Victor or a Victim.
Even though it would take me years to fully comprehend, those words planted a tiny seed in the soil of my heart with the truth that I was not my past. I was not my parent's past. Their choices were their own. I had the freedom to become who my Father God had designed me to be. Ultimately, I belonged to Him...He had the final say. His Word was the final say...
The Life of Freedom
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you. Galatians 5:1 The Message
So, from a few boxes of dusty, faded photos, I was once again reminded that My Father has all my tomorrows in His capable, loving, strong hands.
Has your heart and life been scarred and marred like mine from circumstances and other people's choices that were out of your control?
Be encouraged, my friend. Jesus, in His death and resurrection, paid the price for you to walk in freedom and victory. The choice is yours to be a Victor or a Victim.
Is it hard? Absolutely!
Is it painful? Peeling back issues of the heart is always painful. It is much like a festering wound that must be lanced in order for the infection to be drained, enabling healing to begin.
How long will it take? It will take a lifetime of being showered with love....grace....mercy....patience...by the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, Jesus Christ.