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.
My faith journey began at a very early age. After all, my parents met in Bible college and by the time I was six weeks old, my dad was already on staff at a small church in Colorado. Fast forward a few years to kindergarten and I made a decision to accept Jesus as my Savior. I had a forever Friend and knew I would go to heaven when I died. One could say that was the end of the story, except life has a way of offering challenges that can test the foundations of a childlike faith.
During my childhood, I was that goodie-two- shoes pastor’s kid who always followed the rules, memorized the Bible verses, sang the songs, tithed on my babysitting money, and believed that God would bless me simply because I’d checked all of the appropriate boxes.
Then came high school. As an honors student, I was given the option to take a history elective covering the religions of the world. While I thought it would be interesting to get a glimpse into other cultures, I didn’t count on the doubt that began to nag at the back of my mind as the weeks went by. After all, devout followers of all of the religions we studied sincerely believed what their parents had taught them and followed all the rules to keep their various gods happy. How was my faith any different? Why did I believe what I said I believed? Was saying “because the Bible told me so” enough of a reason?
You could say it was a crisis of faith. However, instead of rebelling against my upbringing, I found myself clinging close and asking God to prove Himself. “If You’re real, show me.”
Soon, the whispers of peace seeped into the cracks of my heart and complimented the intellectual facts we studied about the reliability of Scripture. Followers of other religions had to try to be good and hope it was enough. Instead, I had an internal confirmation from the Holy Spirit that I was indeed a child of God. Not to mention, there were several answered prayers that semester as God drew attention His very real presence in my life.
The childhood faith passed down from my parents and grandparents finally—truly—became my own. I knew that I knew God was real…and I knew I had a personal relationship with Him. That intimacy carried me through the remainder of high school and college while my faith grew even deeper due to God’s rich blessings of healing, wisdom, provision, and yes, even a husband, as I learned to trust Him with even the smaller details of my daily life.
Then came the birth of our first child. A tiny baby girl who was eventually diagnosed with a rare (and completely random) genetic syndrome. And suddenly this perfectionistic overachiever who mistakenly believed she deserved blessings as payment for doing what was right was given the responsibility to love a precious child who could never be perfect. Who would never get close to meeting the world’s standards of “normal” or understand society’s rules.
But did I love her any less because of her flaws? Would I love her more if she was able to achieve the next developmental milestone? And what did all those crazy thoughts say about me?
Wrestling with the difficult questions brought me to my knees and an even sweeter Truth. Why was I still trying to earn God’s favor when all I simply had to be was myself? To simply rest in the reality of God’s unchanging love?
Over the past twenty-one years raising our Princess and her younger brothers, I’ve mined the depths of God’s love out of both desperation and gratitude. I recently had the delight to share a few of those personal lessons through the pages of a book appropriately titled Focus On Love. Because my Song of Salvation is all about God’s rich, abundant, and never ending Love.