And So .... My Dream Came True. A Salvation Testimony.
June 15, 2023
My dream came true.
This is actually me, Ann, writing these words. Because one of my two children gave their life to Jesus two weeks ago now:
My son, Miles, who is 17.
... And ever since then I've been pinching myself.
I don't even know how to write about it, but I'm going to try. It is a HUGE deal. As a mother, it is the hugest of deals. And it is hard to convey that in writing.
But today, I will try to tell you about it, and all I can say is that it was all God's doing.
This is the word of the Lord to Zerubabbel: 'Not by might nor by power, but by My Spirit,' Says the Lord of hosts. Who are you, O great mountain? Before Zerubabbel you shall become a plain! (Zechariah 4:6-7, NKJV)
If it can happen to one this miraculously it will happen to the other two too. If it can happen to my son, it can happen to my husband. This thing is that miraculous.
Two years ago Miles started attending youth group and church with me, out of the blue. That was a miracle. Prior to then I had had zero success in getting any of my three family members to church and, quite honestly, I felt like a failure on that front. Even amongst those who are SUMites I always felt like I was the one doing the worst job!
Now, I shouldn't think that way, I know that, especially amongst you guys. I don't want you to think that way about yourselves either. Please don't! For God knows how hard this thing is. It's a lie: We are enough.
With that settled, here's the story:
I delighted that Miles had begun attending church with me, but for him the drawcard was really social. I could see that. I knew that he hadn't yet had his 'moment'.
I bought him a Bible, and I wrote in the cover of it ...
To Miles, from Mum and Dad, 1st April 2021.
Yes, I wrote the words 'from Mum and Dad', not just 'Mum'. Because.
But then the Bible proceeded to stay untouched on his bedside table for another TWO YEARS! I didn't move it, nor did he. When I'd go up to clean his room there it would be week after week gathering dust.
At church, the young people made sweatshirts that had the words 'Jesus Freak' on them. They were hip and lively, these young people, all of them were wearing those sweatshirts. So Miles and I bought one each.
Here's Miles, during lockdown, wearing said sweatshirt with his brother and Dad. And then scroll down a bit further and you'll see another photo of Miles and me wearing them too.
Honestly, even wearing those sweatshirts in front of Bryce took serious guts on my part. You get that, I know.
So that's where we got to: Two years of church attendance together, Miles and I; yet I knew that he hadn't yet been convicted by God. I kept it pretty easygoing: On the days he wanted to sleep in I made the choice not to push him at all. I also didn't verbalize to him what he *needed* to be doing spiritually.
I played it as cool as I have done with Bryce: Gently, gently does it with a teenager, just like with a husband.
Truthfully, it was actually too hard for me to say anything to him. The issue was too intense for me, just like it's been with Bryce.
So the months raced by, and then we came to a baptism event a few weeks ago where two of Miles' young friends got baptized. The whole church gathered to watch the baptisms of those two young people, myself included. But a part of me battled difficult feelings. Out of love I deliberately celebrated those other teens and their spiritual 'success', but it was hard that my own child wasn't the one in the baptismal pool.
I stood and held my phone out to record the prayers that were spoken over those two teens that afternoon so I could send them to them later.
Look after My house and I'll look after yours.
Well, everything happens according to God's perfect timing.
My friends, I will continue the wonderful story on Monday. Be assured that what came next only God could have done. And for your part, thank you for joining in and listening to my story.
Ann