I have two subjects I keep throwing around and I can't decide which is supposed to be discussed. I tend to lean more towards the subject of faith. So, that is what I shall talk about.
Yesterday my grandmother posted a story of her faith while delivering my Uncle. It was a hard delivery and she ended up having a stroke. She did not tell her mom about but later was told had it not been for her mother praying for her she would not have made it.
"Victor was born October 14th,1964, long hard ordeal, I had asked Jackie's mother to be there, she told me no, that she had had a dream she was with someone that had a very hard time, the girl ended up on the floor, to finish the job, well she came because I think someone went and got her, any way when she got there, guess what? her dream was true, there we all were on the floor, and working very hard to get the boy into the world, when he finally came home there was much laughing, crying and rejoicing, he was a whopping 71/2 pounds, we had decided we wouldn't tell my mother I'd had a stroke,well we went to Colo. for vacation and I received prophecy that said ,through the prayers of my mother, my life had been spared, and for me to search the scripture, and that they are they that testify of me, well to this day when I feel to tell of this miracle, I'm afraid not to, lest something worse would come my way. mom was told through prophecy to be sure and pray for that one who was on her mind, that though her prayers my life would be spared, well, our guy was fine and fit, healthy as could be, one day I was giving him his bath, on the kitchen table, well like the very clever person I am, I left the sugar bowl open on the table, need I reveal the out come of this little venture? You guessed it ,straight up in the air, and as surely has it had been aimed, square into the sugar bowl, we had quite a chuckle over this, The first of many such experiences."
Later my mother commented and said,
"Why did I not inherit this faith, this ability to see the future, to accept it, and to be able to praise God for it? I love your stories mom. I read them and realize how lucky I was to have parents with God guiding their lives."
Reading both of these things made my mind churn. Both of these women have been the biggest influences in my journey of faith. Yet, here was my mother asking why she had not inherited the faith of her mother.
My mother has the faith to move mountains, she has a faith that would make your whole world turn upside down. She has so many stories (some involving me) that make your heart melt and tears stream down your face. But she is allowing the adversary to make her question her faith.
Let me tell you a story of my mother's faith:
When I was young (I think 8) we were working on my parent's house and there were a ton of buckets open around the house. I was simply walking and hit one of the lids (it was metal) and cut my leg. Badly cut my leg. I was okay until my brother said, "why are you bleeding?", and then I about pass out. Next thing I know I am in a wheel barrow being rushed into my mom's car. She makes me lift my leg onto the dash. And off we rush to the store for a bandage.
She pulls into a local gas station and runs inside. I open my eyes to see the blood and fat hanging from my leg. I simply go blank. I can't believe my leg looks as it does. She comes back to the car only to say they were closed. Back we go to the house.
She finds tissue, duct tape, and oil. She pushes my fat back into my leg, holds it, puts the tissue on top, then duct tapes it. All the while praying. She then anoints my leg and prays for God to heal my leg. As I witness this I can feel the spirit and know that God is hearing her pleas.
I am unsure how long I wore the duct tape... but the day it came off there was only a small scar (about a half inch) and when I run it swells a little. My miracle granted by my mother's prayers and God's grace.
I know in my heart had my mother not prayed for my leg it would have been a lot worse. That cut was deep, it was about 3" long, and my fat was literally hanging from it.
So, dear mother of mine. You have inherited that faith and in doing so you have instilled in me the faith to move mountains as well.
Readers - if ever you are in doubt think back on your life and those small miracles you have been a part of. The mustard seed is small and can do so much. These miracles and faith are both something we have to continue to remind ourselves of. Something we have to work on. God is waiting for us to remember these things and turn to him for everything.
I thank my mother and grandmother for always reminding me of the faith I feel in love with.
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