Stacy's Story

My story isn’t really about me, it’s about my Savior. I grew up in a Christian home, so I knew all about God - but I didn’t know Him. I was at church several times a week and even went to a Christian school, but that was all there was to it for me. It was a routine, much like brushing my teeth before bed. I was broken, bruised, angry, and I didn’t care about God. In my mind, I thought if there was a God, He didn’t like me.

I was 16 when Albert Snowden shared with me about Jesus Christ in a way I had never heard before. When he told me that Jesus Christ loved me and wanted me – as messed up as I thought I was - that He wanted to save me, rescue me, and make something beautiful out of my life… I knew that’s what I wanted. I knew He was what I needed. Jesus changed me that day and for the first time, I was at peace. I finally knew I belonged. My life wasn't magically perfect after that day. In fact, the really hard stuff came after I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior.

I could tell you about the many lows of my life, like the deep loneliness and depression I experienced as a teenager or that incredibly devastating week when we found out our child would never live outside the womb, I lost my job, and my Mother was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma. I could share with you how our daughter died in our arms an hour after she was born – and then six months later I miscarried our second child. I could tell you about the depression that followed and how I bought the lies that I had no value because I had not given my husband a healthy child. There was even the day when it all became too much and my husband came home at just the right time to stop me from ending it all. I could share about so many low points and deep hurts that mark my life, but I could also tell you about so many wonderful times, like the incredible man I married or how we were blessed with three healthy, beautiful children after losing our first two. I could also share how my mother was miraculously cured after doctors told us there was nothing else they could do for her. I could even share about my husband becoming a pastor and the blessings we’ve experienced during years in ministry together. I could share so much of my story - some good, some bad - but my story has little to do with me. My story is about Jesus Christ. It’s about a God who has really big hands, who holds me, and who’s grip is strong.

When I read Isaiah 40:12a for the first time, I was in awe by how big my God is. It says “Who has measured the waters in the hallow of His hand and marked off the heavens with a span.” The answer is God. He can measure all the water in the oceans in His hand. Isaiah 41:10b tells us this same God will hold you by His righteous right hand. The same hand that He can measure out the oceans with, is the same hand that holds you and I. John 10:28 says, “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.” His hands are big, He holds me, and He won’t let go. My life is a story of great joys and the deepest of pains, but God has been holding me and He has been fighting for me every step of the way (Exodus 14:14). Satan cannot steal my soul, but he can throw rocks, lie to me and attempt to crush me. He can even ambush me with surprise attacks - but he cannot win! He lost the day my Savior, Jesus Christ, rose from the grave. Jesus is constantly rescuing me and saving me from the attacks of the enemy.

His hands are big, He holds me, and His grip is strong.

Stacy (Raleigh, NC)

God loves you and He wants to make something beautiful out of your life too. Trust Jesus today, turn to Him and ask Him to save you. His word says, "if you confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord and believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead, you will be saved." Romans 10:9

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