I Met Jesus On the Worst Day of My Life

“I know this sudden rush of love and knowing is not part everyone’s experience. I am so grateful that it is mine, because there is never any question who owns this story—not me, not my past, not anyone in it, only Him..”

Jesus and More Jesus …

How sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.

I was 29 when my dad died. He was only 48. He died suddenly, literally dropping dead at work from an aneurism.

The first thing I remember thinking when my mom called to tell me is—No. There is so much I haven’t worked out with him yet. He can’t be gone.

The day of his funeral was horrible. I was a first-time mom with a four-month-old, constantly crying, always nursing, never letting anyone hold him except me, baby. My former husband did not handle the stress of it all very well and didn’t even come to the service. In fact, he left town the night before.

All I remember about the funeral is the sound of crying. My grandma’s, my baby’s, my own. It was absolutely surreal. And when it was over, I felt like I couldn’t move, like I was sinking in quicksand. When I got back to my friend’s place, I fell asleep with the baby curled up next me, all sticky and sweaty. I had no car and no idea how I was going to get home, or if I was going home.

When I woke up, He was there.

I was so disoriented that I thought it might be my dad in the room with me. After a few seconds, I knew that I knew that it was God. I can’t explain it, even now. I just suddenly knew He was with me, and I was supposed to stop all the crazy, stupid things I had been doing with my life.

Let me be perfectly clear. I wasn’t looking for this. I had been ruining my life with men, materialism, brokenness and shame ever since I could remember. If you had asked me prior to that afternoon, I would have said God (if He even existed) didn’t want to have anything to do with a girl like me.

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It took years for me to fully understand what happened that day. Sometimes, I am overwhelmed by the simple grace of it. He saved me, despite me.

I know this sudden rush of love and knowing is not part everyone’s experience. I am so grateful that it is mine, because there is never any question who owns this story—not me, not my past, not anyone in it, only Him. He has loved me, delivered me, taught me, healed me and fathered me.
I miss my daddy all the time. And I am so very grateful that in his death, Jesus gave me life.

Shawna Wingert
Shawna Wingert is a wife to a wacky, voice actor husband, and a special needs momma to two uniquely challenged little boys. Passionately real, she takes an honest look at the messy and the painful, the sweet and the laughable, and how Jesus is in the midst of it all. You can find Shawna at her blog, Not the Former Things, and on Facebook.

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