My heart swells with the love the Lord, Jesus Christ has instilled in me. Me, a sinner, unworthy, yet cherished, undeserving, yet treasured by a loving God who loves me unconditionally.
March 18, is day that’s bittersweet. This day holds a place in my heart that most don’t know resides there. Every year March 18 slips in reminding me yet again of who God is and where He’s brought me. The wounds have healed for me, but I long to know about the family left behind, of whom I never got to know. I wonder where are they are today? What journeys have they walked of the past twenty years? And how can I find them?
My heart yearns to know two brothers, one older, one younger, who suffered as much as we did by choices made from one of their own. I’ve longed to find these two young men, although it’s likely they don’t want to hear from me. But I want to share a story with them that only our loving God can write.
A story of tragedy that they know all to well. However, this story didn’t, nor does it end there. God took a heart of stone and changed it to a heart of flesh, that found the love of Christ so much stronger it far outweighed the hatred that resided in that broken, shattered heart for seven long dark years.
Once Christ shattered that darkness and released me from the bondage of grief and hatred, a greater purpose was revealed; To love our enemies. He’s the only one that could shatter the darkness and reveal such incredible and renowned peace that floods a soul to the height of fully letting go and allowing Him to mend such brokenness, and then bring together the two unlikeliest of souls.
That once broken, and shattered heart was mine. Today, my heart’s bursting with His love, so full of His mercy and grace, that as I write this beautiful story of being saved by grace and mercy March 18, 2019 is a reminder of who I am in Christ Jesus. I’m not the person I was nine years ago, nor the person I was yesterday. Today marks the ninth anniversary of Paul Powell’s death, the man who brutally attacked my two teenage daughters twenty years ago, murdering Stacie and leaving Kristie for dead.
My heart longs to share the story with Paul’s two brothers. I pray that one day they too will want to know that their brother was not only forgiven, but he accepted Christ as his Lord and Savior. I long to tell them I know in my heart Paul resides in heaven with Stacie, and one day we will be reunited in the presence of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
If you’d like to learn more about my journey of finding forgiveness for the unforgivable, Heal My Wounds; Leave My Scars is my book and tells the story of tragedy to triumph. However, the story is still unfinished. God’s still writing… we hope you will join us next week as we turn the page to the next chapter.
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