My Husband once preached a message called Commitment, I know someone left changed that night. It was that message that inclined my ideas to this testimony. I hope it is encouraging to know that God is still working it all out!
An innocent child exposed to the reality of this world & from then she went a hundred different directions, chasing that one high that would never keep her satisfied. Her heart was soft with good intentions she meant no harm to anyone, but her mothers heart was being broken with worry and discontent; hoping God would protect her from that same path she once chose. She later spent the night in a jail-cell for DUI and Possession, which she barley remembered. In an attempt to escape addiction, friends & life as she knew it, she plotted her next adventures to California where a new life was awaiting, but as she was at work she would ponder her decision, the two in the back was listening and waiting for that prime opportunity to tell her they believed in her. Did, oh yes they did! One told her in the late hours of the sonic parking lot and the other told her through his presents that could be felt just enough to know. He was quiet and subtle, oh and so patient with her as well. The other one not so, using every prime opportunity to spend time and make moments with her that would last. The subtle one told the persistent one to ask her. (Ask her where?) To ask her out of coures! He did ask her and she went...Running around the house trying everything on, nothing fit right or matched the way she desired, finally she settled for her mothers over-size brown turtleneck sweater and the only decent brown flow skirt she owned. Her hair was slung back into a messy dew, she didn't have her normal Justin Boots on, but an unfamiliar high heel.
Once again she found herself in the unknown. Where was that subtle one in the back at her work place? She could not see or hear him, but yet she knew he was close by. Days flew by quickly into Autumn...One morning she rose up from the water that purges. A cleansing unseen to the natural human eye, but understood through a revelation of the spiritual. That night she picked her knee up from an alter of repentance, where she poured her heart out once again at the foot of the master. She went to sleep that night baptized of the water and of the spirit. She never knew the high she searched for would be found between the fine pages of a thick black book.
She married the persistent one. She gave her life on earth of commitment and love to him, his persistence paid off. He hasn't seen that same mad & crazy wild child since she came back from the alter that night, but rather comes home to needles & thread & the constant humming of the sewing machine. I'm sure he is satisfied now. He won his fight against time and the dangerous battle of the love of ones heart. He supports & spoils her as much as he can. She is his most precious jewel and he is her most prized possession. She always wants to be kept in the arms of security. She married Mr. Persistent, but the arms of protection are the subtle ones wrapped around her daily. Mr. Persistent leaves for work in the dark of the morning and comes home in the dark of the late evening. The subtle one is always there. He keeps her company and never leaves her side. She longs to please him and do as he asks of her. She still can not see him, but knows one day she will... Coming out of the clouds of glory with the sound of a trumpet coming for her in the blink of an eye! Not so subtle, not even subtle at all. She knows that day will be here soon, so she is like the clay of the potters, constantly being shaped, molded, and corrected. "Favor is deceitful, and beauty is vain; But a women that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised." Proverbs 31:30
Jessica Jean -- 21 Years of age did take an adventure to SanFransisco California, but with Mr. Persistant. (It was more of a vacation) She kept her residence in Ketucky. She is still married to her Love for a year and 7 short months. She searches no more for a high, but rather the "depths" of the holy high given only through her father from above. Truly serving the Lord, Jesus Christ (the subtle one) since November 17, 2006. Saved by grace she is still pressing forward to win the fight agianst her own flesh and her enemys that try to wedge war agianst her. For the true day of her salvation is at hand, the day of judgement awiats her and a report that say's, "Well done my good and faithful servant."
November 17, 2007
A day that changed my life forever more.
Thank You for reading & God Bless!
By: Jessica Jean
Lately I have had so many inspiring posts causing me to race into the kitchen and whip something warm up... This past week has been full of food and cooking and even relaxation... I made my first homemade bread...I got my instructions from Tales of a Crafty Momma, I added a half cup of chopped Almonds to give more of a wheat feel and call it Almond wheat bread. I know I'm brilliant! In addition to my bread making day we had a friend spending the weekend with us for the holidays... Justin he is so sweet to us and has really added a spunky spirit into my quiet as a mouse home. My Love and I are not at all used to having a kid in the house, but I really do love it & he sticks to My Love like glue. We met Justin on outreach one Saturday about 2 months ago and he or his mom and siblings have not missed a day of church since. Also His mom, sister and himself have been baptized and made a complete turn around. I really am so excited and thoroughly enjoy my time spent every Saturday knocking doors. At first I must admit okay this is lame people are totally going to yell at me and tell me to go away but since this last Easter, we have 74 + different kids in addition to the house of the Lord every Sunday morning where they get to get away from that crazy world and the wrecked home or the arguing parent or whatever it is there living in and feel Gods shelter. Saturdays have truly changed my life. This week I have to say over 74 kids bused in every Sunday morning and over 79 Baptisms; Watching Will get up every morning and put those big orange cones out and backing the van out into the road, hearing lots of little feet truck into the church doors every morning and calling Will there "Bus Driver," Family time is great and I absolutely love it, but as I scan my memory box and ponder on what I am truly thankful for this year it's every smile on those kids face, every repented heart, every tear, every late night and tiresome Saturday, every early Sunday....Every changed life and most of all, every humbling opportunity to be used by the Lord. So there's to Justin praying God keeps him all the days of his life!
