Welcome to Songs of Salvation! Each Sunday I will feature a Christian author sharing a "Song of Salvation" to uplift and encourage believers and glorify God.
And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even when faced with death. Revelation 12:11 NLT
Authors, find out how to share your Song of Salvation here.
Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.
As my father struggled with advanced Alzheimer’s, the years leading up to his home-going in 2016 were difficult for me. I came to know Christ as a young girl, and my life has been about using the gifts He gave me to glorify Him. But as my father’s primary caretaker, his heartbreaking illness often left me feeling broken, exhausted and drained.
Here is what I learned—through it all, God was enough. God was faithful. And even in the tears, God was good.
One week after the funeral service, I traveled to a beach getaway with writer friends I see only once a year. Within the first ten minutes of walking on the deserted beach, I found at the edge of the surf a fragment of light green sea glass. A gift to me from the sea and the Giver of good gifts.
After writing a seven-book series set on the Eastern Shore of Virginia and a suspense novel set on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, I’m intrigued by sea glass. I’m always on the lookout for it whenever I go to the beach.
Sea glass is discarded glass, often broken. Tossed overboard perhaps twenty to fifty years ago, it was deemed by someone as of no value. Yet tumbled by the waves and storms, the jagged shards are made smooth.
To me, sea glass has become a thing of beauty. A testimony of resilience. The glass I found a few days after my father’s death is still a work in progress.
In the process of being refined. Like me.
Sometimes I don’t understand why the difficulties of life come my way. I don’t understand why God allows hardships to tumble me about. But over the course of that year and since, I’ve begun to grasp that the days I spent with my father during his challenging illness were actually a gift from the Giver of good gifts.
And, that this most recent storm of life has smoothed some of my rough edges. Enabling my faith to grow and my life to better reflect of the translucent light of Christ.
I pray that for each of you reading this testimony to God’s faithfulness in my life that you, too, will discover the good gifts God has for you—whether in the hard places or in the good times. Like sea glass, which often lies just at the edge of the foaming, turbulent tide. Waiting for you to claim from the Giver of good gifts.
For through it all, God is enough. He is faithful. And even in the tears, yes, God is still good.