8 months old
It all began in 1938, well maybe before that when my parents first met at a George Jeffreys’ tent campaign. George Jeffrey was a leading evangelist in the early part of the last century. My parents married on Christmas Eve 1937 and I arrived very prematurely, weighing only 4 lb in November 1938. Four pounds sounds nothing these days, but back then survival was not so certain. I spent the first month of my life in an incubator, bathed only in Olive oil as my skin was too delicate for water.
I don’t know how long it will take me to write this story or how detailed it will be, I will just add as I feel inspired. It is not intended to be an ego trip. I have no regrets or blame for the difficult times, just gratitude for the wonderful times and thankfulness to a God who can and does, redeem everything. He knows the beginning from the end and His constant abiding and faithfulness just blows my mind. He will finish what He has begun and He does know what He is doing. He created the universe and then created us to manifest Himself in it.
As I recount my journey from birth, through the second world war, a dysfunctional family life, teenage years, family illness, suicide, marriage, a life on the ocean with my husband. Working years, anxiety & depression, various ministries, travel, and now husband’s retirement and birth of first grandchild, I hope to convey some of the awesomeness and constancy of God in my life. How He can put together and use the broken pots in whatever way He sees fit.
I remember being at a conference in North Carolina when a friend, on beginning the sharing of her testimony said, “I don’t like my story, I wish it was nicer, but then I realised that if that were so, it would not be my story” I have always remembered those words. Our stories are our stories. All different, but they are what makes us who we are today. So thank you Pat, they were words of wisdom.