Stories of Our Lives

Authors talk a lot about stories. Your story–someone else’s story.

Part of my story includes being left by my parents. Twice.

The first time, I was about two years old. My parents were the Salvation Army officers in South Bend, Indiana. After church one Sunday morning, they forgot me. I remember standing at the door of the corps, (church) looking out and bawling.

The second instance occurred at Christmas. We went to lunch and when we finished, I went to the bathroom. When I looked for my mom and dad, they’d left. Again. I ventured outside and found the nearest bell ringer. My sheepish daddy picked me up a few minutes later.

Yes, my parents loved me. No, they weren’t trying to get rid of me. In both cases, each of them thought the other had me.

That’s what happened to Jesus in Luke 1. Everybody ventured to Jerusalem–Christ’s relatives, neighbors, friends. Mary and Joseph assumed Jesus was with the big caravan, but He wasn’t. Three days later, they found Him in the temple sitting with the teachers, listening and asking them questions.

All who heard Him were amazed.

They should’ve been.

They were conversing with God.

At Easter, we see and hear many stories about Jesus. Some are Biblically based, some not.

But there’s a melody playing all through His life. One of redemption. Forgiveness.

We sang a song that reminded me of my story this morning.

  1. “Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
    Oh, what a foretaste of glory divine!
    Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
    Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.

    • Refrain:
      This is my story, this is my song,
      Praising my Savior all the day long;
      This is my story, this is my song,
      Praising my Savior all the day long.
  2. Perfect submission, perfect delight,
    Visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
    Angels, descending, bring from above
    Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
  3. Perfect submission, all is at rest,
    I in my Savior am happy and blest,
    Watching and waiting, looking above,
    Filled with His goodness, lost in His love.”

Gratitude and praise erupted from my mouth as I sang about my Savior.

Christ is my story. Christ is my song.

One day, I’ll see His face, hear and understand His story better. I’ll understand my story better.

What will your story be? One of redemption or one of judgment?

Choose life. Abundantly.

I hope you enjoy today’s praise song.

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2 Comments on "Stories of Our Lives"

  1. Janel says:

    Always wonderful Pauline…God Bless you and Thank You…

  2. PaulIne Hylton says:

    Janel, thank you so much for your words of encouragement to me! I hate to be redundant, but they’re encouraging. Blessings, friend.

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