I am Backpacking Through Joshua with Amber and campers this week.
The ‘Big God experiences’ of my life make up the stones that are the altar of my heart. The youth group where God met me in my brokenhearted state. The youth camp where God first called me to tell my story. The church where God taught me He still speaks. The weekend He set me free from depression and fear. The day my oncologist told me I didn’t need chemo after all because I was a miracle cancer case. The weekend I spent with other women who long to tell their stories just like me.
All these experiences are stones that sit in my heart making a beautiful place to worship and sacrifice to my God. These experiences with a God who is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow make up the me—who longs to tell the world of His goodness.
Telling stories is the easiest way to pass down our faith heritage, I tell my children stories just as my parents and grandparents told me stories: About my birth, about how my grandparents met, about the church I was born in, about traveling to different parts of the world. About mission trips and times spent in prayer and lessons learned in everyday life.
I tell my children stories about their names’ meanings, about the ways I pray for them and why. I tell my children about how God has big plans for their lives just like He had big plans for people like Joshua, David, Esther and their dad and me.
“It was there at Gilgal that Joshua piled up the twelve stones taken from the Jordan River. Then Joshua said to the Israelites, “In the future your children will ask, ‘What do these stones mean?’ Then you can tell them, ‘This is where the Israelites crossed the Jordan on dry ground.’ For the Lord your God dried up the river right before your eyes, and he kept it dry until you were all across, just as he did at the Red Sea when he dried it up until we had all crossed over. “ (Joshua 4:20-23 emphasis mine)
When I read about the place Gilgal in Joshua 4. I began to wonder where my Gilgal is. I know I have stones piled in my heart but that is not a place often tread by others' soles.
Gilgal comes from the Hebrew word meaning wheel or roll.
Is there a place in my life others cross and are filled with wonder? I want a part of my life to take Jesus to my family and beyond.
God tells me to start sharing my stories in writing and I start this blog. I write here so my children will have a record of my faith but this blog quickly becomes more than a place to remember; it is a vehicle that takes His goodness and faithfulness into the world. Because of it, I receive invitations to tell my story other places.
This blog is built with the stones that make the altar of my heart. This blog is my Gilgal.
“…So all the nations of the earth might know that the Lord’s hand is powerful, and so you might fear the Lord your God forever.” Joshua 4:24b