Sometimes I wonder how people who don’t know Christ make it through life, actually even just a single day. I just don’t see how they can’t see God’s hand in their everyday lives, His constant presence that beckons through creation.

When I look back over my life I truly believe it is God’s grace that carried me through to where I am today. I haven’t shared much of my story on this blog before, but that will be coming soon. I mean, what’s a blog without the writer’s story? I know I have needed to write it for some time now, but I haven’t mustered up the time to put it all into writing. I haven’t built up the courage to dish it all out. I will though, very soon.

I haven’t been a Christian my whole life. My family has a mess of a history behind me. I’ve had countless people tell me when hearing my story that it’s amazing I want anything to do with Christ today. It’s amazing that I am in ministry. It’s amazing I didn’t want an entirely different path when I so easily could have. I’ve really come to the place in my life where I think it’s okay to say those words. I never wanted to before because it made it seem like I thought myself to be special or important. Truth is though, I am special and important. I am very special and very important to Christ, and so are you.
 

Each of us has our own story, whether seemingly big or small in our eyes. Each one of our stories is unique and matters, it can make a difference in the life of those God has meant for it to touch despite what we think of it. It’s the story of how grace carried us.
 

When I look back at the pieces of my story, I would have to be blind to not see the ways that grace carried me through. The way I was protected, the way I was blinded, the way I was watched over, the way I was cared for. Grace carried me every step of the way to fulfilling the destiny and plan that Christ has for me. Even before I uttered my need of a Savior, grace carried me.

Grace still carries me today. I no less need grace to carry me through today than I did then.