Welcome back. This week I have the pleasure of hosting Ada Brownell, author of The Lady Fugitive. Instead of a Q&A interview, Ada is going to share about God’s love for us.
God Loves Us Every Moment
My first Sunday school teacher probably was the first person to tell me about Jesus with her flannelgraph board and Bible. Sister McPherson didn’t seem to mind my freckles or my flour-sack dress. Maybe she liked my red naturally curly hair combed into little coils like Shirley Temple’s.
Ten or more of us little girls and boys squeezed into that tiny classroom for preschoolers. Every Sunday we sang, “Jesus Loves Me.” The words hugged me inside.
Then my greedy nature was revealed to the whole church. The congregation sang a song and whoever had a birthday went forward and gave the Lord a penny for each year. So, Mama put four pennies in my hand and told me to go and put them in the offering plate. She shoved into the aisle. I clutched the pennies over the wooden offering plate with a red velvet bottom sitting on the altar. I didn’t let go. The congregation sang and waited. And waited.
Finally Mama, red-faced, marched down the aisle, took my hand and pried each finger open until the money dropped.
By age 5, I knew Jesus, God’s only Son, came to earth as a baby, but He also died on the cross for our sins, rose from the grave, and was coming back.
The church was excited. The Jews returned from all over the world and Israel was going to be a nation, living again like Ezekiel’s dry bones,—one of the signs He was coming soon.
The preacher told about the catching away of the church (1 Thessalonians 4) when Jesus came in the clouds. Through the stained glass window I thought I could see Him coming. When the altar call was given, I ran and asked Him to come into my heart.
Listening to the family, I learned Jesus loved me even in times I couldn’t remember. He loved me as a baby when my two-year-old brother emptied a salt shaker in my eyes. The family prayed, and I can see.
He loved me as a toddler when my sister gave me a bath on a wood-burning cookstove that hadn’t been in use. She didn’t realize it was hot. When she sat my bare bottom on the stove, I suffered severe burns. I still have scars that tell me Jesus loves me.
The Lord led me into a deep relationship with Him, found me a fine Christian husband. He was there through 12 moves the first three years of our marriage because my husband kept getting bumped on his railroad job.
Jesus stayed when we lived in a tar-paper shack, in a railroad car, a railroad depot where they brought our water on a motor car, but came with us to beautiful homes.
He surprised me with a career as a journalist and as a Christian writer. He helped through parenting five wonderful children, conflicts, victories, financial need, discouragement, blessings, health crises.
The Lord was my Comforter when my mother died of a stroke when I was 21, and when we lost a beautiful, talented daughter to cancer when she was age 31.
No wonder the inspired Word of God tells us “Behold a virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel, which is translated, God with us” (Matthew 1:23).
Jesus. The Redeemer promised in Genesis right after Adam and Eve sinned. God not only loving from Heaven, but every moment He is with us. That God would be with me is still amazing.
©Ada Brownell 2014
Thank you for this beautiful story, Ada.
Here’s a quick blurb about her novel:
How does a respected elocutionist become a face on a wanted poster?
Jenny Louise Parks escapes from the coal bin, and her abusive uncle offers a handsome reward for her return. Because he is a judge, he will find her or he won’t inherit her parents’ ranch.
Determination to remain free grips Jenny, especially after she meets William and there’s a hint of romance. But while peddling household goods and showing a Passion of the Christ moving picture, he discovers his father’s brutal.
Will Jenny avoid the bounty hunters? Can she forgive the person who turns her in? Will she find peace, joy and love?
Until next time, blessings, everyone.