The God who saves...

When you look at a person you can not see what they have survived, how God intervened or what their life would look like If he hadn't. 

A counsellor once told me that she couldn't understand how I wasn't an addict or needing a padded room after all I had survived. She came to understand that God met me in the darkness again and again, and carried me through.

Just as the Israelites were told to look back and recall God's faithfulness, I believe as a Christian I should do the same. 

The first miracle I recall was when I was four. Our van was sliding off the edge of a cliff after hitting black ice. Suddenly, we hit something unseen in thin air. It pushed our van back on the road. My mother got out and checked the side of the van to see if it left a dent. No dent was found. But we believe that God must have sent an angel to push the van back into the road and stop us from going over the edge. 

That memory shaped my faith in the years to come. While I experienced so much trauma in all the years that followed, God repeatedly revealed himself to me. 

The truth is, I wouldn't be here today reasonably sane and competent if God hadn't been so faithful. 

I still have had to suffer many years of abuse because we live in a fallen world,  but I didn't walk a moment alone. God saw and has been faithful to restore me. Moreover, nothing is wasted. He helped me overcome, and in turn I've been given the precious opportunity to speak life and hope into the lives of countless other survivors.