Proclaim the Wonderful Works of Yahuah

Psalm 145:3-5 Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

Yahweh is great and is highly praised;
His greatness is unsearchable.
One generation will declare Your works to the next
and will proclaim Your mighty acts.
I[a] will speak of Your splendor and glorious majesty
and[b] Your wonderful works.

I’ve been thinking of the many scripture verses that tell of the wonderful works of Yahuah. The Israelites were instructed to tell their children about their deliverance out of Egypt. They were to pass the story down from generation to generation. We still have the story today many thousands of years later.

Each of us who are counted among the children of God have a story to tell of the miraculous things Yahuah has done for us. Stories that we need to pass on to our children and grandchildren after them. So today I would like to offer up my praise to what Yahuah had done for me. Truly it begins when he knit me in my mothers womb.

Psalm 139:13-14 Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

13 For it was You who created my inward parts;
You knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise You
because I have been remarkably and wonderfully made.
Your works are wonderful,
and I know this very well.

It is a miracle of God that I was ever born. Circumstances were that my mother was  Rh negative and my father Rh positive. She gave birth to another child by my father about 5 years before I was born. At that time there were no shots to administer to Rh negative mothers so they can continue to have children. My mother’s body treated the newly forming baby as a foreign invader and set up antibodies that killed the fetus. My mom lost several babies before me and a number of babies after me. God chose to let me live, he kept me safe in my mothers womb and created my inward parts, knit me together in my mother’s womb, and I am fearfully and wonderfully  made.  I don’t know why God chose me of all the babies my mother could have had, but, I am so thankful and I praise him who created me that he did choose me to live.

I know of many instances where he saved my life when it could have easily be taken from me. As a child,  I could have succumbed to whooping cough when I was but an infant in arms, but I did not.  I remember an instance where I could easily have drown as a toddler, but, God did not let that happen. There was an auto accident or two in my childhood and youth that could have been tragic, but, I was relatively unhurt. So many things in my growing up that could have ended my life, but, God was always there to protect me.

God was not only there to protect me, but he was drawing me to him for as far back as I can remember. I don’t remember a time in my childhood that I was not drawn to church and the stories of Jesus and the stories of God in the Old Testament. As an elementary school child, from the time I was 9 years old, I got up and got myself ready for church and walked to church while my parents slept in on Sunday mornings. I went to Sunday school and stayed for the preacher’s sermon. I actually listened to the preacher too. Unlike other children who were restless at their parents sides I sat by an older girl in her teens and  quietly listened to the young preacher. I can’t today remember any of those sermons but I do remember sitting in listening intently to him speak.

We moved from there to a big city when I was starting Junior High when I was 12. I did not find a church to attend until the second year when I was in 8th grade and we had a neighbor who was attending one of the many Bible colleges in that city. His family began taking me to church with them to a small church in an outlying community. I also had a wonderful history teacher that year who took the time one day to answer my questions after class and to take the secular history we were learning and place it into the Biblical history time frame. Suddenly, all the Bible stories and things I had been learning at church became real to me. The Bible was no longer a series of stories, but, a history of a people. That following summer at the second of only two church camps I ever went to as a child I accepted Jesus as my Savior and was baptized in that small church the Sunday after camp. I was 14 years old.

The same summer or maybe it had been the summer before when I was staying with my oldest brother and his wife for a couple weeks in the summer she took me to a Saturday Sabbath service at the church she went to. I remember that preacher’s sermon to this day, it was about having faith as that of a child. That is probably the only sermon in my whole life that I remember and it was 50 years ago. But the message made a deep impression upon my newly developed abstract thinking and the knowledge that the Bible was real history and Jesus came to be the salvation for all mankind, freeing us from sin and death.

Now I have to admit that for the next ten years I truly fell away.  I lived in places where I did not have any spiritual guidance to mentor me and help me grow and understand. I fell into a sinful lifestyle. I finally met people who brought me back to and helped me grow.  Admittedly, some of the first people I met who brought me to the right people were living just as sinful a life as I was. I suppose that a couple of them, being the children of ordained ministers, should themselves have known better. But, regardless, they were responsible for my being drawn back into the sheepfold. Even so I did not repent of my sins until after my own miracle child was born.

During those years of having virtually no spiritual guidance I was married to an abusive man. I never got pregnant for the 5 years that we were married. He had a good job with good insurance and we spent a lot of money to be told that I could not have children. Three and a half years after that marriage I was happy with my life though I was still living in rebellion to God’s commands. God in his infinite wisdom gave me a child, and he gave me a husband and we would raise that child together. Now, coming up on 37 years later with a total for four children and 8 grandchildren we are still worshiping God together.

I see Yahuah in my daily life. Small things as well as big things. I believe that the one thing beyond God’s love and his plan of salvation that has been the greatest blessing to me is the amount of love that God has put into my life.  I had loving and nurturing parents, I’ve been with a loving and nurturing man for over 38 years, he taught my children to love me and I have to say that my relationships with my children and grandchildren are loving. That isn’t to say that sometime we may have disagreements, but, generally those are minimal and there is a lot of love going both ways. The amount of love I’ve experienced in my life makes it easy to know the love of Yahauh, who sent his only begotten son that whoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life. When God said to me, through his Holy Spirit, “Love my people” I find it easy to love others, even some who are not so lovable.

He has filled my life with miracle both great and small and has drawn me to himself all my life. I still have a lot of growing to do and will continue to do so until he calls me home. In the mean time, I will acknowledge what he does for me and depend upon Yahuah and his son Yahushua, Jesus, for all things. Acknowledge God in all things, tell of his wonderful works in your life.

Blessings,

Grandma Peachy

 

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About grandmapeachy

I am a retired grandmother and amateur quilter. Generally I do not discuss religion and politics with people other than my family and even then I do more listening than talking. Because I dislike confrontation this blog is a way for me to express opinions that I hold on these and other issues without having to delve into controversial discussions with others who may not agree with me. I am also an avid supporter of indie authors. There are a lot of great books that are not available through traditional publishing and I believe that these stories need to be brought to the attention of the reading public.
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