My mouth will tell about Your righteousness and Your salvation all day long,
though I cannot sum them up. I come because of the mighty acts of the Lord God; I will proclaim Your righteousness, Yours alone. God, You have taught me from my youth, and I still proclaim Your wonderful works. Psalm 71:15-17
“It’s all part of my testimony” is something I say often. Like when I misjudge the space through an open door and slam my shoulder into the door frame, for instance. I typically say it for laughs, but it’s true. Every part of every day really is part of my testimony.
I think the first time I realized that was when I was pregnant with Brandon. It was 4 days past his due date in Orlando, Florida. I had an appointment with my doctor, and he was going to schedule a time to induce labor. The nurse began the routine check of Brandon’s heart rate. Immediately, both the doctor’s and nurse’s faces fell, and I knew there was a problem.
The doctor said, “We need to get him out now.” I explained the hospital where we were scheduled to deliver was across town, about 20 minutes away. The doctor responded, “We don’t have time for that. He’ll be dead by the time we get there.”
At that point, Clay was trying to pass out on the floor, and had to be helped out of the room. The doctor left to make arrangements, and I started rattling off names and numbers of people for the office staff to contact for us. Then the nurse and I walked together across the parking lot to Sand Lake Hospital next door.
Sand Lake Hospital didn’t have a pediatrics unit; from its location, I think it was really just for people doing Disney World who needed emergency care – probably rule breakers who didn’t keep their arms and legs inside the log ride. So they were flying by helicopter a pediatrics team from another hospital to be there when Brandon was born.
As I walked across the parking lot with the nurse, she was shaking and holding onto me for support. Total calm had come over me and there’s just no way to describe it except to say that it was God’s peace that passes all understanding. We walked into the hospital and a swarm of doctors surrounded me. I had a few things to sign, and then someone counted down from 10, and at 4, I was out.
When I woke up later, the same nurse who walked across the parking lot with me brought my healthy little boy and put him in my arms. She explained the umbilical cord had been wrapped around his wrist and across his neck and he had been strangling himself. Through tears, she told me that my calm was part of what had helped to save him.
My appointment was at 10 am that morning, and Brandon was born by emergency c-section at 10:50. That’s how fast the whole thing happened. When I think about the events of that morning and how everything had to happen just right for him to make it, I’m still just amazed.
Before that day I knew that God’s peace passes all understanding, but through that experience I owned it. It’s part of my testimony. And I could go on and on. There are hundreds of other experiences in my life God has used to grow my faith. Some of those experiences have been happy and good, and some of them have been terribly painful, but in each and every one of them, He has shown me more of Himself.
Yesterday we celebrated Brandon’s 20th birthday. For two decades now, he has been a part of my testimony, and what fun it has been for me to get to be a small part of his! I love knowing that God will continue to use the experiences of our kids’ lives, coupled with His Word, to give them understanding. I love knowing He’ll do that for you, too.
I hope you’ll embrace God’s extraordinary love and the unique faith journey He has allowed you to take with Him. And then, like the psalmist, be ready and willing to share that with other people. Your story is your biography of God’s faithfulness to you and your response back to Him. It is the power of the gospel in you.
Whatever today holds, it’s part of your testimony.