My Mother’s Faith

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God brought me and my family through a lot. Paraphrasing a well known line from an infamous poem by Langston Hughes, ‘Life for me ain’t been no crystal stairs.’

And once I met Jesus for myself and formed a relationship with him, no one could make me doubt his existence. I know he is real. I know he is a healer. I know he is a miracle worker. I discovered all of this for myself. But before I get ahead of myself, let me tell you the exact moment the realness of God was confirmed for me. The moment I saw the transformation in my mother’s life, after she accepted Christ as her Savior. And then, God just showed off with the one two punch, when my dad accepted Christ as his Savior.

I shared in my blog Set Apart  that even though I was not raised Christian and was not taught about God, I always believed God existed.  And watching the transformation in my parents’ lives simply reassured me that God is who I was talking to in my room at night. For me, the transformation was amazing. And I wondered how anyone could witness such a thing and still walk away with the notion that there is no God. But why am I surprised? Those same people will witness the miracle of childbirth and still say, “there is no God.”

Well, watching my parents grow in Christ, was like witnessing childbirth to me (which I have done). Now, I won’t go into the “before Christ” details. But the after……….was amazing. Seeing God’s #Mercy, #Grace, #Forgiveness, and #Love manifest itself in my parents was amazing. Watching God work on them, in them, and through them was amazing. It did not mean they were perfect. But it did mean that a perfect God was living in them. Watching them worship together (on the occasion I would honor my mother’s request and attend service with her) and seeing them pray together warmed my heart. And witnessing my mother’s complete trust and faith in God was………you guessed it AMAZING!

One memory of my mother’s faith walk was when we were in the market to purchase a home. It is no secret that I love my mother. And I would have done anything to put a smile on her face. Well, almost anything. I didn’t give her a grandchild. I didn’t relocate to North Carolina. And I didn’t “come to Jesus” because she asked. But anything else I did! J  My mother asked me to purchase a home so that we could be together. And me being the doting daughter, agreed. After viewing house after house after house; and being disappointed time and time again, I was over the home buying process. But not my mother. She said, “God is going to give us the perfect house. You watch and see.” I gave up while my mother’s faith kept her going. Then one day she found the house. A duplex. Nice size. Perfect. I still was not sold because we had been here before and then as soon as I would get my hopes up the rug was  snatched out from under me. But my mother said, “this is the house” and proceeded to walk around the house seven times. At the time I thought the woman who gave birth to me, that I loved more than anything, and would do almost anything for, was crazy!! Why was she walking around this house (that was occupied mind you) seven times? I’m afraid that the owner of the home would call the police and have her arrested. And she’s walking around the home like she’s on a leisurely stroll, praising God for what he was about to do.  I would learn later why she walked around that home seven times. But an offer was made. Counteroffer came back. Another offered made and accepted. I was the owner of a corner lot duplex with a backyard the size of a football field and a large deck! My mother’s faith connected with God and manifested itself right before my eyes.

In that moment I began to see another level of my mother’s transformation and it was such a beautiful and amazing sight to me. And I really wish I could tell you that watching her made me want to run to Jesus! But it did not.

 “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” ~ Romans 5:8

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About Shannon Robinson

Shannon Robinson Born and raised in Baltimore, Maryland (Go Ravens!!!), I discovered early on that I am very opinionated and passionate about my opinions. This has brought on the realization for me that I think differently from most people and it took some time for me to come to grips with that unique side of me. Writing for me is often an escape. A place I can go with my thoughts and opinions and not have to concern myself with offending anyone or not agreeing with someone. My thoughts and opinions are mine and God’s and I know that He doesn’t judge me on them. My writing is a personal journey that allows me to be transparent with self (and sometimes others) as I believe that nothing I have experienced or gone through on this journey called life was meant for me to keep to myself. Somewhere there is another woman who is experiencing or has experienced the very same things, thoughts, and feelings I have and it is my prayer that my story in some small way helps her to see that she too can come through. While at the same time giving God glory for his wondrous works. I appreciate you for stopping by and sharing in my journey as I try my absolute best to navigate it as smoothly as possible; even when I come across detours and bumps along the way. ~ Hotep

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