I realize it's been way too long since my last post, but to tell the truth, there's been quite a lot going on in my household. Revival meetings with the Frazor Evangelistic Team, the flu, and preparations for a most significant event.... My birthday. Between those three things, I've been either kept in bed sick or gone all day for the past few weeks. Monday I left the house around 10, didn't get home till 4, then had to turn right around and leave at 5:15 to get to church!
Since my birthday is coming, I thought I'd tell you a little about important dates in my life.
January, some twenty-something years ago. One premature, squished-nose Melissa entered this world. Yes, squished nose. My nose was off to the side because my mom was too small to carry me to term and so yeah, my nose looked funny for a while.
Fast forward about 7 years. This is when I got saved. I don't know the exact date but I DO know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I trusted Jesus Christ as my Saviour. I was baptized right around this time too.
Not much interesting happened the next few years. I got braces. Started writing about age 12. But nothing really interesting.
Fast forward to 2008. I graduated in December at age 16. Yep, took a bit of work but I made it just a month before I turned 17. Had a graduation party, got asked what my plans were. Honestly, I never felt peace to go to college. I did take a few classes at home (Greek and Old Testament Survey, Spanish and I tried Latin) but I never went away from home. I stayed at home to help my mom with the younger kids as the economy was so bad that I knew people had families to support and needed the jobs more than me. It was right about here I wrote my first, real novel, a story about Ethan and Ginger and how they were brought together in a rather odd but special way involving some letters, a nosy grandmother and a lot of books.
Fast forward (again) to my 20th birthday. I was asked to teach Sunday school for my church. Now, anyone who knows me well will know that I've been a shy person. Speaking in front of people was never a strong suit. That first Sunday when I taught, three little kids scared me worse than a room full of adults. But this was right about the time I was learning to actually serve the Lord, not just pray and read my Bible. I know, it took a long time for me to get to that point. But the joy of teaching and serving God grew until I was no longer afraid of speaking, and enjoyed seeing 'my kids' each week learning memory verses and Bible stories. Around this time I also learned to crochet. Boy, I'm glad I did!
Fast forward almost five years. I'm still teaching (doubt I'll ever quit) and finding new ways to share the gospel, to encourage and help others, and to be a Christian influence on social media. I'm still serving as a single (but praying God changes that this year!). I'm working on my
Etsy shop and trying to get most activity there. I'm still helping Mom with my baby sister until she starts school. I'm writing and looking for publishers. I'm looking forward to seeing what my quarter-of-a-century year of life will have in store.
To some, my life may look like I haven't accomplished much, haven't got much to show for it. But I assure you, God has done many things. God, not me. He's worked many times to teach me, mold me and change me. He's provided ways when I was blocked in my path, gave shelter when my storm was too strong, and gave me trial and tests to grow my faith. I know I'm not a perfect child, but I'm so thankful God has been patient with me. I can truly say, all the good that has been done through me or in my life has been God's doing and not my own!