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About R.E.W

I am author, artist, history buff, wishing to share these three passions of mine with anyone who cares to read this blog. The main drive between these three deep interests of mine is imagination.

History isn't just people and events in a dusty book. Writing isn't just words in a tome. Art isn't just random images in a photograph, sketch or painting. I'll give you examples of what they really are.

So, if you do know me in real life, then you might have seen this on my right arm . . .arm

The scar circles all the way around my right arm, including another vertical scar running about two inches from my wrist towards the elbow. It looks darker in real life than in the photo. But anyways, this is the story, my testimony, the miracle. When I was six years old, God saved my life a second time. The first time, as a two-week-old newborn, He showed the doctors the reason for my life-threatening illness. And He healed me. And then, in a freak boat-accident, he saved me again. I want to share this story not because it is just an exciting near-death thriller, but because it is my account as a witness of our Wondrous Savior, who can bring hope into the darkest hour.

Some things from that day back in August, 2002 are extremely vivid, yet the lucid memories only return to me these days in flashes. The rest of that terrifying day remain a mere blur and shadow, yet I will do my best to tell the story from my perspective, also using the details my family gave me afterwards. This August 6 it will be about eleven years since the accident, and there are many times when I forget about the scar on my arm. But really, it is a mark of God’s amazing power, love, and mercy, which he holds, waiting for the world to remember and SEE. Once in a conversation (online) with someone challenging my Christian beliefs, this person remarked that my use of scripture and references to Jesus made it seem as though I “hid” behind my Faith. I told the person, “I don’t hide behind my Faith. I stand upon my faith, for it is my cornerstone. Without God, I would not be alive today. Without Him, I would be lost.”

Without the prayers of my family and friends and church during that rough time eleven years ago, or my own trusting child’s heart in Jesus, I don’t know what would have happened. Everything about my injury seemed hopeless. My family expected the loss of my arm, and as they drove through Dallas to the hospital where paramedics had taken me, they feared for my life.

MVC-605FSince the accident, I have wandered, doubted, questioned God’s existence, and lately I’ve come out of a period of bitterness towards Him. I’ve had a very rocky faith in Him, because I chose to turn away from Him. But doing so Has left me even more broken and pained. I think that the most wonderful moments in my life were those weeks and months after the accident, when I believed in Christ with complete assurance in his protection. Only recently I’ve come back to Him through the prayers, support, and encouragement of my amazing parents and family.

This story is one that many people I know personally, in real life, do not even know. They may double-take when they glance at me, their eyes going to my right arm. And up until now, I’ve always hesitated when it comes to talking about it in real life, especially on this blog. In real life I’ll give a very hurried, brisk account, but I think since I can write, I will write the story for you to read. I will use the pen to tell this one, folks. I hope you’ll join me soon for part 2 of this story.

Until then, these lyrics by Natalie Grant express many of my feelings and experiences since the accident.

“I Will Not Be Moved” by Natalie Grant

I have been the wayward child
I have acted out
I have questioned sovereignty
and had my share of doubts
And though sometimes my prayers feel like they’re bouncing off the sky
The hand I hold won’t let me go
and is the reason why…

I will stumble, I will fall down
But I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But I will not be moved
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand
I will not be moved

Bitterness has plagued my heart many times before
My life has been like broken glass, and I have kept the score
of all my shattered dreams and though it seemed
that I was far too gone
My brokenness helped me to see it’s grace I’m standing on

I will stumble, I will fall down
But I will not be moved
I will make mistakes, I will face heartache,
But I will not be moved
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand.
I will not be moved.

And the chaos in my life, has been a badge I’ve worn
And though I have been torn
I will not be moved

I will make mistakes, I will face heartache
But I will not be moved
On Christ the Solid Rock I stand,
all other ground is sinking sand.
I will not be moved

 
 
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2 Responses to The Boat Accident {Part One: Introduction}

  1. Robin Shafer says:

    Even though I know the story, I am eager to read your version beautiful Becca-Roo!

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