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Joy Dillman's avatar

Even though they have died, my mother and father still speak to me through their faith. Daddy fell in love with my mother the first time he saw her. In 1942, he was serving in the Coast Guard, stationed in Mobile, Alabama and had become wayward in his conduct. He bought a Bible for $1.00 and began reading it. He decided to find a church in Mobile and "go forward" to confess his sins. On a Sunday morning in August, he entered the Church Street Church of Christ, sat down near the front and waited for the service to begin. He began to hear others enter the church and his curiosity resulted in his turning his head to see the ones coming in. His eyes met who he described as "the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" and she smiled at him. His heart started to thump and his mind could not focus on his need to repent this day. He was invited to dinner (another interesting story) and asked my future mother if he could see her again. In three months they were engaged and married in March, 1943. God gave them 71 years together.

Their story of faith began with their Bible reading together - two chapters every day. Even when they were apart, which happened many times during the War, they read the same two chapters, faithfully. At first, they let the Word just flow over and into them. As time went on, the Word of God began to speak to them in different and powerful ways. As their child, I witnessed their growth, their transformation, their service, and their joy as they both sought the Lord through reading his word. They had some extremely rough moments and challenges, but they never gave up their time together reading the Word and prayer. The image of them, even as my father was dying, reading aloud to each other and praying, is a precious gift they left me. Their faith continues to teach and sustain me as I grow. They taught me what loving and seeking God looks like.

Ashley Thomas's avatar

I was broken to begin with. I was fearfully and wonderfully made in my mother's womb with the gift of Spina Bifida. Some would take umbrage with my belief as they believe it is the evil in the world and a good God would never allow that. As I continue to read the Bible, I only see broken people that Yahweh wonderfully works with and through.

My brokenness has helped me to see that I am in need of something much bigger than my self and so often, I am in need of rescue. By the faithfulness of Yahweh, I began learning faith and I am never alone. I have learned that suffering, submitted to Yahweh as a sacrifice, produces a good attitude and hope in my soul that renews daily. I have learned that brokenness not only impacts the body, but the mind and soul, allowing Yahweh to softly speak healing, comfort and redemption to those places hidden in the darkness that needed to come into the light; healing me in the eternal things and giving to hope to others. Often when we suffer, we become "I" focused; the gift of three children was the gift where I learned how to look outward and serve others, finding another salvation and faithfulness by Yahweh.

Brokenness, surrendered to Yahweh, cultivates a compassion for others who are broken, feeling devalued, and trying to hold onto the hem of Jesus daily. The faith in my story started with surrender that my "situation" was orchestrated by Yahweh, a loving, sustaining Father, who seeks to partner with us so that others may be reached and come to know faith and the faithfulness of Yahweh.

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