Rebecca

She married her high school sweetheart.
Billy Graham helped her find the Savior.

They
            followed
                              Jesus
and left home.

He preached the word.
She taught the word.
She sang the word.
They followed Jesus miles from home.

And she read the books of the faithful.
She read their stories and learned of their
righteousness.
She was awestruck by their faith, trust,
even in brokenness.
Even in the darkest hour.
She saw the righteous suffer.
There was pain and difficulty and disease.
But they gave Him praise.

And then it was their turn.
Her foundation shook.


She told God she didn't like this story.
This wasn't her book.
There was too much pain.
She watched her sweetheart suffer.
It wasn't fair.
This story seemed wrong.
It didn't make sense.

WHY WASN'T THE STORY DIFFERENT?
They gave up their lives!
They moved miles away!
They sacrificed their hearts!

They had followed Jesus.
And all was being stripped away.
Her earthly comforter...
Gone.

Then Jesus pulled her close.
Through miracles
man could never orchestrate
He whispered to her softly

"I'm writing your story. It's mine."

And she knew.
She laid her sweetheart in the ground.
She gave him back to Jesus.
She let Him write her story.

And her story
was read by
many others
who needed
to see

that all books are written
to the
GLORY
of the author.

We may not understand
why
but we understand
WHO.


Rebecca's prayer:

….looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross….Heb. 12.2