My guest, Ruth O’Neil, and I have only recently met. It’s uncanny how many things we have in common. The “thing” that thrills me the most is our shared knowledge of God’s sovereignty – not only understanding His authority in our lives, but understanding how, in His sovereignty, He orchestrates events that weave together a perfectly beautiful tapestry, even the difficult events. God truly is amazing. He is amazing in His love for us, mighty to deliver us, and tender in His care. Ruth and I join together praying that the words of her heart will give you strength for the journey as you learn to trust the sovereign hand of the One who loves you.
Christians sometimes have doubts. Yes, you
read that right. I was one of them. I knew I was saved as a young child, but I
had doubts. Every night I prayed and asked Jesus to come into my life. I think
I varied the words because I wanted to make sure I “did it right.” Eventually
my doubts subsided and I no longer worried…at least about my salvation.
testimony. I listened to others tell their life stories, which were so much
more powerful. I wanted to reach people, but I’d had no “repulsive” behavior to
repent from. There were no tales of sin and repentance and change I could
one last puzzle piece into place, completing the big picture. Granted, it took
me several years to see it, but God is gracious and patient. My testimony is
one of God’s love and His great plan for our lives.
When I skipped eighth grade I had no idea it had anything to do with my mother’s
death, but hindsight, being twenty-twenty, I can now see where God had been at
work all along.
ninth grade. It was then I met my future husband. We dated for a while and on
my sixteenth birthday he gave me a ring. Most parents would put up a fuss about
that, but not mine. We had no plans to marry the following week.
those plans included children after we’d been married a year or two. However,
three weeks after our wedding, I found myself sicker than I’d ever been in my
entire life. I was pregnant. This wasn’t in my plans.
three weeks early. My parents enjoyed our baby whenever they had an opportunity
to see her. Living in different states made it a little difficult.
my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. As she grew sicker, our church
bought me an airline ticket and I was able to fly home. My daughter was thirteen
months old then, and my mom watched every movement she made.
walking much. It wasn’t that she couldn’t it was more like she wouldn’t.
But even that little thing
was in God’s perfect timing. During
that visit my daughter really began walking. At first I thought it was
because there was a whole new world to explore at Grandma’s house, but three
weeks later, my mom passed away.
graduated a year later, gone to college a year later, got married a year later,
and my daughter would have been born a year later. I know now that God wanted
my mom to have the blessing of seeing her first grandchild taking her first
love for us in planning out our lives in ways we can’t possibly see until all
is said and done, if we are able to see it at all.
you and has your life in His hands.
sees everything as a writing opportunity in disguise, whether it is an
interesting character, setting, or situation. You can find her book series
“What a Difference a Year Makes” on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or her website (http://ruthoneil.weebly.com/). You can also visit her on her blog at http://ruths-real-life.blogspot.com/. When she’s not writing or homeschooling her kids, Ruth spends
her time quilting, reading, scrapbooking, camping and hiking with her family.
Eat at My Table
Unforgiving. All these emotions will come raging back to the surface after
years of repression and a chance encounter. Until Karin faces her past she and
her family cannot face their future.
outside of her father and Professor Yates. Now her father is gone and Professor
Yates is pushing her to step out her front door, out of her comfort zone. Then
there’s Jay. His comfort zone includes the entire universe and he is bound and
determined to drag Shelly along with him.
picks up one of their old pastimes, genealogy. She figures it would be nice to
know where she came from. It would be nice to belong. What would it feel like
where they belong. Except Shelly.