Genesis 5020

My Story for His Glory

Meredith’s Story Part Two September 13, 2013

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sad-woman-1347879026vYLThis is the conclusion of Meredith’s story. If you missed the first part click here.

We got married a month after I found out I was pregnant.  Marriage was great at first.  We talked about how it would be once my son was born and about maybe even having another baby a few months after.

Unfortunately, physical and verbal abuse started a few months into what I thought would be a “perfect” marriage.  I found myself fighting for my life and the life of my child.

We ended up getting evicted from our apartment due to my husband’s rampant drug and alcohol use. So we moved into my parent’s house where the abuse continued and got worse.

By now my husband was also having multiple affairs. I sank into a very deep depression. It wasn’t until after Gabriel was born and a couple months old that I decided to file for divorce.

I was terrified because my husband had threatened to kill me and my family if I ever did so.  A few months after filing for divorce my husband moved out and my depression continued to worsen.

Speed ahead to a year after the divorce.  Thirty days after the divorce was finalized my first husband married his mistress and within a few short months they were expecting their first child, a little girl.

I snapped!  I hit rock bottom and from that point felt that God was punishing me for all that I had done in my life.

I let the voices get in and start telling me what a bad mother I was and that I was a horrible person…how I would be better off dead so those around me could lead better lives without having to worry about me.

So one night I borrowed my parent’s car and decided that I was going to drive off the overpass onto the expressway. As I started to drive I was crying and crying out to God “WHY????”.

I don’t remember what happened to me but once I started to drive over the bridge, the next memory I have is of me in the church my mom had introduced me to so long ago, crying and not able to speak.  I sat down in a chair next to a woman but didn’t say a thing.  I listened to the testimony of a man who had a story different, yet similar to mine.  After the sermon, I felt I had to go up and speak to the pastor.

I did, and I let everything that had happened to me spill out as I was crying.  He sat quietly listening and then told me his story which was like mine.  He also told me that God loved me no matter what I had done in this life and that by asking for forgiveness it would all be washed away and I could start a new chapter.

Then he had a group of women come around me and pray and offer words of encouragement and love. That was the first time in a very LONG time I had ever felt love and compassion from other people. They gave me all of their numbers and information for the counseling center at the church. They took me out to dinner and just loved on me.  \

I knew from that moment that I wanted a relationship with Jesus and didn’t want anything else. The next day a counselor called me and I was immediately brought into counseling.

Speed up to present day. It has been 5 years since that night and I am so grateful that God literally saved my life that day as I would have missed out on so many beautiful and wonderful things!

I did get remarried and divorced again but it was nothing like what I went through the first time. I clung to God the whole way through it and he brought me through.   He gave me a new sense of renewal and a purpose to my life. He has introduced me to a whole bunch of loving people who I am honored to call friends, and he has “restored the years the Locust have eaten” (Joel 2:25).

He can Restore yours too!!

Yes He can. You are never too far gone for God to reach you, never doubt that everything can change with Jesus.

What’s your Genesis 5020? Someone needs your story so they know they are not alone. Share your story with us at: 5020genesisstories(at)gmail(dot)com

 

Fight For Your Marriage August 9, 2013

Filed under: Melissa's devotions/articles — Melissa Finnegan @ 11:26 am
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hands-with-heartsIf you are single please don’t skip this post. Just keep reading, we need you.

My heart is burning today so instead of sharing a devotion I want to ask you to pray. This post will be short because I want you to truly take the time to pray today.

It is becoming more and more clear to me that we need to fight for our marriages. I keep hearing and/or reading about the difference between fighting in our marriages vs. fighting for them. I don’t know about you but most of the time I feel I am fighting in mine and I want to fight for it.

Marriage is under attack. Adultery is more rampant than any of us realize. We need to take back what Christ has given us. He gave us marriage as a picture of what our relationship should look like with Him. How does your picture look? Does it even come close to looking like Jesus and His Bride?

We need to be a generation that rises up as an army, and says “No more.” We won’t let the enemy have his way in our lives, in our children’s lives. We won’t give up, we will keep fighting. Fighting for God’s best.

We have fallen short. We have settled for, “This is the best it will get.” That is lie. It can be so much better, we have no clue and that is right where the enemy wants us. It does get better, it is better.

Today I ask that you take a minute and pray for marriages all over the world. If you know people who are struggling, pray for them. If you are struggling, pray. If you are single pray for your future marriage, pray for those who are married. We need to be people on our knees, better yet, on our faces.

Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord of hosts. Zechariah 4:6 (ESV)

If you need prayer you can leave a comment. No need to leave specifics, the Holy Spirit knows what is going on. I would love to you lift you up today.

 

Part VI-Girl Meets Savior March 23, 2012

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Last week I talked about the time I met my husband and called it Boy Meets Girl With a Red Ford Probe. Although I enjoy that story, I have an even better love story to share with you this week.

The story of how I met my Savior.

I ended last week with the dream of living happily ever after. We all think that will be our story when we meet the one we will marry, don’t we? But reality settles in eventually and we realize that our spouse isn’t meeting all our needs.

Before Patrick and I got married I began to feel restless, unsatisfied. I had an aching feeling inside. Problems rose up before our marriage, to the point that I tried to call off the wedding.

I will never forget that day.

Patrick walked out of my parents house and drove away. A few minutes later he returned. I looked out the window and saw him holding his hands to his face. I assumed he was crying.

 This was the first time I broke my husbands heart, but it would not be the last.

I knew when he pulled back in the driveway I would go through with the wedding. I am so glad I did.

Our wedding was perfect, everything I ever wanted. But, in the back of my head, I was thinking, If this doesn’t work I will just get a divorce.

The first two years of our marriage I carried that thought with me. I was basically waiting for a reason to divorce Patrick. I felt like I was forced to marry him because “Melissa always does what is expected” and I didn’t want to let anyone down. I was sure Patrick would do something that would allow me to file for divorce.

During that time I hung out with my friends, choosing to party with them and not be with my husband.

In January of 2000 I attended the church I grew up in most of my life. In the Sunday school class the teacher challenged us to read the Bible in a year. I had never read the whole Bible so I thought I would give it a try.

A strange thing began to happen as I read.

I saw God.

The words made sense to me when before they were just stories in a book. I looked forward to Sundays and what the pastor would share.

In February of that year our closest friends told us they were getting a divorce. I realized I didn’t want that to happen me. I saw the pain in their lives and didn’t want to bring that into my own life, or Patrick’s. Divorce started to lose its appeal.

March 18, 2000 I attended a conference for women, called the Changed Life Seminar. I went thinking it would be a nice day to spend with my mom. I never thought my life would change.

God had others plans.

The speaker was Glenda Revell. I won’t go into detail about her talk, but God used what she said to reach into my heart and show me His great love. My eyes were opened for the first time. I asked Jesus to come into my heart.

Now, I was sure healing had come into my life. What Patrick could not fill in my heart, God could. This is true. Yet, I faced the problem of taking some responsibility for my healing.

Jesus does offer us complete healing when He comes into our lives. But healing is a gift.

Upon Jesus coming into my life I accepted many gifts. I unwrapped loved, praise, forgiveness and so much more.  

One gift looked too pretty to unwrap and I knew if I unwrapped it I would have to look at a lot of ugly stuff and it would hurt. The gift would lose its beauty.

That was the gift of healing from my past.

I took that pretty gift and I said, “Yep, I have been healed.” I placed it up on a shelf and I would not look at it again until nine years later.

Every once in a while I would throw glances at healing and remember that it was there but I would never touch the pretty box. I didn’t want to mess it up.

I am so glad I met Jesus when I did. I have questioned Him, asking why He saved me back in 2000 when He knew I would commit so many dark sin’s later. He has clearly told me, “Because I knew you would need a Savior.”

I cry.

I thank Him for wanting to be my Savior when He knew I would hurt Him and turn my back on Him.

This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins. 1 John 4:10 (NLT)

Last week I asked you to share the story of how you met your spouse. This week I would love hear how you met your Savior. Please share.