Age: 65 // Favourite Food: Chinese Stir Fry. // Dream Job: Retired, grandma and volunteer at church. // Current Season: Retired, grandma and volunteer at church. // Met Jesus: At 9 years old at home. // Favourite Verse: Galations 1:15. ‘But when God, who set me apart from birth and called me by His grace, was pleased to reveal His son in me.’
I was 6 years old drawing on a blackboard on the kitchen floor. It had rained for weeks. Suddenly the lights went out. My 4 year old brother ran to Mum sitting at the kitchen table. I didn’t. I wasn’t scared of the dark. I was a big girl. Immediately there was the loudest sound I’d ever heard. I leapt straight into Mum’s arms, feet never touching the floor.
My father struggled to open the back door and was hit with something sharp. Mum and Dad left our little house and walked in the pouring rain through the flooded streets to my grand parent’s house. Dad carried me and Mum carried my brother. I was wearing a little red jumper but I was not afraid. Dad was carrying me, so all was well.
Our house in Yandina, in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland in Queensland had been destroyed by a mini cyclone on Sunday afternoon.
Only later did I realize what courage and faith my parents had to leave their fibro house being destroyed by flying corrugated iron from other houses and walk through flooded streets in pouring rain where power poles had snapped and power lines lurked unseen beneath the water.
A few days later, Mum said we needed to ask God to help Dad find the house insurance papers. He had searched unsuccessfully in the sodden debris in the ruins of our house, damaged beyond repair.
We knelt beside Grandma’s big four-poster bed. My head didn’t reach to the top of the crisp, white, damask bedspread. As Mum prayed, a picture came into my mind of Dad’s suit hanging in the wardrobe. The insurance papers were in the suit coat pocket. I knew without a shadow of a doubt they were there. I told Mum. She said, ‘No darling, they would not be there. Daddy hasn’t worn that suit since we were married.’ I was afraid Mum would not listen to me and I just knew they were there.
Mum was a great woman of faith and knew her Bible well. Perhaps she remembered the story in the Bible when God called and spoke to a little boy Samuel. I don’t know, but eventually she looked in the pocket of the suit and there they were.
That day, in His wonderful love, mercy and grace, the God who created the heavens and the earth and sent His son Jesus to die on a cross for my sin and that of all people and rise again from the dead to give everlasting life to all who believe, chose to reveal himself to me, a 6 year old child.
Today, at 65 years of age, such kindness fills my heart with thankfulness to the point of tears. He alone knew the path my life would take and how much I would need that steadfast assurance. This was my first personal experience of a God in whom I could have complete trust.
One of my favourite Bible verses which sums up God’s goodness to me, is that written by the Apostle Paul in Galations 1:15. ‘But when God, who set me apart from birth and called me by His grace, was pleased to reveal His son in me.’
It is ongoing and the story is still being written.