The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Written by Sister Karen Watford on Wednesday, August 19, 2015. Posted in Testimonies

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

There have been times in my life when I wonder what people think about my testimonies of God's goodness and blessings on my family and me. Do they think that I am a good storyteller or that I made these things up for attention? Perhaps, they think that I am bragging?

None of these are true. Each testimony is told in thanks for God's tender mercies. When telling an experience, I often feel just as blessed as I did when it first happened — sometimes even greater. A blessing from God is a gift that keeps on giving!

Many times, I've faced tribulations, some of which I wasn't sure I'd make it through. There have been times when I asked for God's intervention but didn't receive it. There have been times when He did intervene or come to my rescue — always at the right moment. I don't always know why He does what He does or doesn't do, but I know that He knows all things and works perfectly.

When I was young, I asked God to not let my tribulations be for naught — that I'd learn from them and that He'd put me in the path of others who are going through similar things so that I could give them comfort, compassion, and hope.

It has never ceased to amaze me how many people, both in and out of the church, share the same or similar problems. Many times, we think we're the only ones suffering with a particular problem. God has frequently put me in the paths of others suffering likewise. The funny thing is that I desire to give them hope, comfort, and compassion — but I receive it back as well!

When we built our house here in Texas, our builder and his crew were mostly Latinos. They were such a wonderful group of men — no smoking, drinking, drugs, or cursing — and they all loved God. When I walked into our half-finished house one day, the men were playing such beautiful music while they worked. Although I didn't understand the words, I knew the songs were giving praise to God.

My heart and soul soared with the music. Tears flowed freely down my face as I began to silently thank God for everything He's done for me. The builder saw me and asked a question, but I couldn't speak for the glory of what I felt ... such unspeakable joy! When I didn't answer, he saw my tears flowing and patted me softly on the shoulder. When I could again speak and tell him what happened, his tears flowed as well.

In God's own unique way, He blessed us both that day and gave us both a testimony of His goodness.

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