I’m so familiar with the story of my life. I can relay it to anyone. Yet God, my Father, has been pointing me to the true story of my life. The story which began not with my parents but with Him.
Too often, I’m drawn towards the tragedies of my life: my parent’s divorce, moving to another country at a young age and leaving all my relatives, feeling alone, rejected, physical abuse, verbal abuse, my sister passing away etc. But God’s been sitting me down, telling me the real story of my life.
My life began not with my parents conceiving me but rather from God’s desire for me. His creation of my form, my unique personalities and quirks. I began as a speck of light, conceived in love, held in His gentle hands which were the ones that received me first even here on earth. His declaration over me when I was born was, “this is my daughter, whom I love.”
It’s so easy to focus on the darkness rather than in the light that shines all around. His great light that envelopes me and keeps me. But each day He is inviting me to lift my eyes up and feel the light of His countenance shining upon me, sustaining me with His unfailing love.
God is the One who reigns over my life, the author and perfecter of my story. Some of the other altars of remembrance, moments in my life where God reminded me yet again that He is intimately involved in my life include the time when He called me to IHOPKC. Up to that time, I’ve just been doing whatever I wanted with my life but then seeing others like Jaeson Ma who shared at our church about how The Lord called him and set him apart, the signs and wonders he witnessed in his life awakened a cry in my heart for God’s plans for my life. So I prayed for His direction, I cried out for His will, for His hand to visibly direct my life. So He did by speaking to me and answering the hidden question of my heart by sending a little girl to draw a picture reminding and confirming a prophetic word I received two years prior.
When I was hurt by authority figures in my life, He gave a dream to a friend of mine and put it on her heart to send me the dream the night I had a huge argument with my leader. That dream not only comforted me but also revealed to me God’s heart about the situation.
God sent spiritual fathers and mothers to parent me in areas I wasn’t loved and parented. He sent individuals to encourage me when I was down, to remind me I’m not alone when I struggled with loneliness, to point me to the truth of God’s love for me when I felt rejected. He sent those who were anointed in inner healing, counseling, pastoring, mothering and fathering to minister to my heart in different seasons of my life.
There are countless other moments where The Lord reminded me yet again how He is watching over me. But I want to boldly declare that I am not a special case. God is intimately involved in your life as well. There are countless altars of remembrance in your own life. Let us revisit those altars, moments when God broke in in a tangible way.
These are merely the moments we were made aware, conscious of His interventions, His expressions of love. When we see Him face to face, we will know the true story of our lives completely. But for now, let us feast upon the light, remember His fingerprints of love upon our lives rather than focus on the darkness that is so alluring and more “normal” to talk about or think upon.
Lift our eyes up to You Lord, let the light of your countenance once again, invade and warm us up.