Who Do You Say That I Am?

 ¹⁵ He pressed them, "And how about you? Who do you say I am?" ¹⁶ Simon Peter said, "You're the Christ, the Messiah, the Son of the living God."  ¹⁷ Jesus came back, "God bless you, Simon, son of Jonah! You didn't get that answer out of  books or from teachers. My Father in heaven, God himself, let you in on this secret of who I really am. ¹⁸ And now I'm going to tell you who you are, really are…. Matthew 16:15-18 (MSG)

  God moments are not always those warm, fuzzy times when life comes full circle and you suddenly realize that God had your back the whole time.  Sometimes God moments come in the form of a big question mark.  A question you always thought you knew the answer to…..a question that shakes you to the core of all you thought you knew… A question that leads you on a journey…a journey of faith. 

    Faith that stretched more than you’ve ever knew it could.

    Faith that reveals a God who is who you’ve said He was …

                                       but bigger than you’ve ever really known Him to be. 

     Faith that shows you who you are, really are.

The last three years have been one such journey. 

Oh, there have been plenty of warm, fuzzy moments but there have also been question marks

–BIG ones. 

The answers- have sometimes come through pain and tears and frustration.

But always, confronting me with the raw, honest truth that reveals itself when what my mouth speaks and what my heart fears collide.     

            When suddenly who I say that He is,

                                   Who I think that I am, and

                                                 What I thought faith was

                                                                     is “called on the carpet”. 

  The following posts are a testimony of the last few years of our lives as my husband, Ed, battled a kidney disease (PKD) that eventually led to a kidney transplant, it’s a story of amazing miracles, and healing, but more than that, it’s a story of our journey of faith….

                                       PART 1 (Excerpt)

 

  Panic.  It’s the first emotion I remember feeling that day as I sat in the clinic and listened to medical professionals tell us about our “new life”.  I’d never experienced a panic attack before but that day I was sure I was coming close to one.  My first instinct was to run, so as I consciously tried to slow my breathing and steady my rapidly beating heart I gripped the seat white-knuckled as if I were about to experience the biggest roller coaster ride of my life…because I was….

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