I Remember

*Note to reader, this writing contains the subject of literal death to oneself

The Call

I stood in the kitchen cleaning up dishes from a lunch with my three boys, ages 5, 9 and 10. There were not playing upstairs and quietly building (or not so quietly) lego buildings and special designs. As was my habit I busy cleaning up after the meal but my mind was not focused on the routine cleaning job or the chatting from the boys on the second floor of the house.

I was in the midst of an inner debate. For the third time that day the still small voice deep inside spoke.  The same voice I had learned to trust over time and not just listen but act upon it’s guidance as a part of growing as a Christian I found trust, hope and direction from following the leading of the Holy Spirit. This morning was a bit different. The request was urgent.

Call her.

The ‘her’ was a friend and one whom I called often in my position as Children’s Ministries Director. We often talked about lesson plans, student behavior and connect with parents as well as catching up on her own children and husband.

This urging seemed different but I did not know why – yet.

I stopped doing everything to listen more closely to the Holy Spirit’s direction.

Stacey, call now!

The phone rang on the other end. Hey, friend I greeted her. You, have been on my mind all morning, I’ve been praying for you but decided to call. How are ou doing today?

Pause

I’m so glad you called Stacey, I was just preparing to kill myself.

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Note: she did not go through with her thought, we were able to be help for her, but just the knowledge that God had laid me on her heart, enough to call her, caught her attention and she  began walking down another road of life.

This is the type of pivotal moment that I remember by  “building an altar of remembrance’ in my memory. They remind me that obedience – radical obedience – even when I am unsure or it seems very unusual to follow through with the idea result in life changing events. God moments.

This story is one of many that demonstrate that God is still active in our world today. These are also my stories, stories that are true. Stories that have built my faith and trust in God. Stories that are praise worthy for the works that God does in and among His people.

This beginning is dedicated to a co-work that encouraged me to write these stories down (she suggested writing a book :). I am taking baby steps and posting these stories on this website.

By Stacey Britton | I Remember – The Call | March 15, 2022