Tracy | Walking with Me ALL this Time

My name is Tracy.
I used to think I didn’t have much of a testimony or a good salvation story but I have learned to love MY story. . .
I grew up in the church; my family has served Jesus for generations. Whether I wanted to attend or couldn’t convince my parents that my cramps were bad enough to stay home, there I was every Sunday at church services.  I didn’t have a choice while I was young to go twice every Sunday and again every Wednesday to gather with friends and family and worship and learn about Jesus.
I distinctly remember a youth group service one summer night while I was in high school.  There was a girl in that service who gave her heart to Jesus. While it was amazing to see her life change before our eyes and then see her family come to church with her as a result, I couldn’t help but feel jealous.  I thought to myself, “I wish I had a cool testimony to share or something really bad that God could deliver me from. Then people would listen to me and I could lead them to The Lord”.  The jealousy did not stick around long, but I continued as an adult to dread sharing my testimony, even with other believers.  I just didn’t believe it was a powerful story to share and so I rarely spoke of my faith in Christ.
About 4 years ago my husband and I attended a small group that met in our Pastor’s home.  At one of those meetings the Pastor wanted us to all share our story of the exact moment we gave our heart to the Lord.  After my husband shared his heart-warming story of walking down the aisle with his father and making that decision as a young boy, it was my turn. I shared what little I had to tell about Jesus being a constant in my life for as far back as I could remember.  I felt bad that I couldn’t recall that exact moment as a child when I gave my heart to Jesus.   Then I sheepishly stated that I felt like my story wasn’t really worth sharing, it just wasn’t dramatic enough to make a difference.  After a moment of silence, I looked up to see and hear the Pastor’s wife weeping in her seat. She looked me right in the eye and told me to never be disappointed in MY story and that she prays every single day for her children to have “my” story.  The Lord spoke to me and gave me joy in my salvation that night and reminded me again that I am indeed HIS.  I rejoice that Jesus has saved me from so much heartache because He has been leading and guiding me from a very young age.  He has been leading my family for generations.  I am HIS forever not just because I chose to follow him as a young girl, before I can remember, but because I choose to follow Jesus daily!  He’s been walking with me all this time!
As a mother, there is nothing more precious than your children’s eternity. I am glad that my mother can have peace over mine.  God DID deliver me from something really bad.  He delivered me from a life of sin; he delivered me from a family that lived in sin because generations back someone in my family made the decision to leave a life of sin and follow Jesus.  What a blessing.  I HAVE been delivered from an eternity separated from Jesus and that is a wonderful story!
Now I pray over my little boys every night.  I pray that they will always walk with the Lord and have a story like mine.  A life lived for Jesus is a powerful story, regardless of the details.  It’s the story that is never shared that is worthless.
Proverbs 22:6  Train a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not turn from it.
John 10:27  My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me. 28 I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me, 29 for my Father has given them to me, and he is more powerful than anyone else. No one can snatch them from the Father’s hand.
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