My guest today is Sara Davison and she is doing a giveaway of her novel The End Begins in Ebook format. To enter the draw, leave a comment at the end of this blog with your email address spelled out.
I was born into a family with Christian parents
and grandparents on both sides. My parents taught me about God and prayed with
me every day. My grandmother was my Sunday school teacher, and playtime at her
house consisted of hours of using her flannel board and cut-outs to depict
Bible stories. Although I now understand what an incredible blessing all of
that is, when I was growing up, I took my spiritual heritage for granted most
of the time.
When I started going to youth group, I was in awe
of speakers at conferences and events who shared their personal testimonies. My
jaw would drop as I listened to their stories of life transformation – from
drug dealer to street preacher or from criminal to ministry worker to convicts.
I would be deeply moved by how God had
rescued those people from the depths of depravity and changed their hearts so radically. How much must God love them, to reach down and pull them out of the mire and make them a shining example of His goodness and mercy, using their stories to draw others to Himself.
rescued those people from the depths of depravity and changed their hearts so radically. How much must God love them, to reach down and pull them out of the mire and make them a shining example of His goodness and mercy, using their stories to draw others to Himself.
I would think about my own life, and slump down in
my seat a little, hoping no one would ask me about my testimony. I had no
testimony to share. My life had been pretty boring, to date. I never went
through a rebellious streak, never got into any real trouble.
TWEET THIS I often thought that if I ever wrote my life story, I would call it, I Wish I’d Been a Prostitute, because, if I had been, I’d have a really great story to share with anyone who asked.
TWEET THIS I often thought that if I ever wrote my life story, I would call it, I Wish I’d Been a Prostitute, because, if I had been, I’d have a really great story to share with anyone who asked.
Even as an adult, thoughts like these continued to
flit through my mind. And then one day I
read a verse in the Bible that I’d read a thousand times. This time, however, the words hit me like they never had before. The verse was Romans 3:10, which says, “As it is written:
read a verse in the Bible that I’d read a thousand times. This time, however, the words hit me like they never had before. The verse was Romans 3:10, which says, “As it is written:
‘There is
no one righteous, not even one…’”
In that moment, I was struck by four powerful
truths: I had been born with a heart as sinful and depraved as any prostitute
or drug dealer or murderer; I was as much in need of God’s
mercy and grace as
any human being who had ever walked the face of the earth; God loved me as much
as he loved every other person he had created; and God wanted to use my life to
draw others to Himself. TWEET THIS
Those truths washed over me that day like I’d
stepped under a cool waterfall after days of wandering in the desert. Now, if I
ever find myself starting to feel that I don’t have anything worth sharing, I
remind myself of this: God is the author of my story, which means that my life
is a testimony of redemption at the hands of a mighty, powerful, and holy God.
And there is nothing boring about that.
ABOUT SARA DAVISON
ABOUT SARA DAVISON
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