God Begins with You and Me
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are your works, And that my soul knows very well. My frame was not hidden from You, When I was made in secret, And skillfully wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Your eyes saw my substance, being yet unformed. And in Your book they all were written, The days fashioned for me, When as yet there were none of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they would be more in number than the sand; When I awake, I am still with You.
I would like to just introduce myself. I am Miriam Suggs, 23 at this time, a single mother of one, six-year-old boy and most of all I am a believer and follower of Christ Jesus. I like to do two things and even as a young girl, I have always wanted to please God and help people. Somewhere between the age of 10 to 18, I got caught up in the American girl thing. Well boys came at like 13 but still I was doing a lot of things at that time, that didn’t focus on my spiritual life, but I was certainly planning my life on earth. I was 16 and pregnant and things turned on my faith box or more of a fear box. I thought I was letting God down, by 16 I had wanted to go to New York University for Journalism and Fashion, with my best friend, well who is a Fashion major. If I didn’t go to school there, we could be roommates and I could freelance. College was my mom’s idea and peer pressure ideas, I wanted to travel the world and take pictures, backpack my way through life. Sounds like the hippie life but it’s what I wanted to do from age 18-25. Then I could bring all I knew and find a husband, we could help the community, live in a big country home and save the world. All pretty much ‘my life in my hands’ attitude. Then I met my son and I wanted to give him everything, so I started going to church more. I left my home church, to go to a church we sometimes attended on Wednesdays. I didn’t know what to think of it until the Pastor’s wife preached on Wednesday, her name is Jennifer Johnson. She was glowing, she was beautiful and confident and I could see her passion for the love of God. Not to long their son was placed as head pastor over the location. Pastor S. Vincent Johnson, I could only remember his face from a youth session we had once before. I kept going off and on for a while and it was January 2011, that I joined. This church was different, it was like a fire was burning on the inside of me when he was teaching, something I had no clue of and nor did I know how special it was. I’ll wrap it up.
Sometimes in life we have everything figured out until God intervenes. Typing now, I am reminded of the story of Moses. Moses was raised in an Egyptian household, but deeply hated that his brethren, his people were getting mistreated. Something drastic happens and it changes the course of your life and even if you don’t meet God right at the gate when that incident happens, He will surely meet you, because deep down we are all searching for our purpose.
That’s exactly what happen to me, my son was my wake up call, my burning bush, and even though I didn’t slow down until recently to hear God more, learn to walk by His ways better, and at this point I just want to please him with all my heart and mind. To make sure that me and His relationship is what I keep ahead of me and I focus on His will and not my own. I know that God knew me and my paths and He loved me and loves me more than I or you can image. His work begins with you and with me. So never give up on God, because He won’t give up on you. He is a true gentleman, He will allow you to go through some things to get your attention, but when you reach out to Him, He will certainly take your hand.