finding my place in the history of grace

There's a song that says something about that. And then it asks, "So what's your story about God's glory?" So here's my story:

I grew up in church. Everytime the doors were opened, we were there. I certainly learned a lot for myself there, but not the most important thing. So it wasn't untill I was an adult that I made a decision for myself to have a personal relationship with God.

I was already married. It was the first year of our marriage as a matter of fact. And I was also still in a relationship with my old boyfriend. I guess I just couldn't decide. I was torn. And I tried to find solice in my drug of choice; marajuana. But that didn't cut it. So I was doing speed and some other stuff too. And then one night I had had enough. It was around 2 a.m. when I woke Steve up to confess. I knew I just had to say all of this and get it off my chest. So I told him about the drugs and the affair and I crashed. I slept the night away. Poor Steve. When I woke up in the morning, I just knew he would be gone. But he wasn't! He was in the kitchen making breakfast. We were so poor, but he knew I needed some Christian counseling. So he had called his folks and they agreed to pay for my couseling.

That's when I knew. I knew for sure that he loved me. And I knew for sure that his personal relationship with God somehow had saved this deathtrap of a marriage. So we moved, and I called it off with the old boyfriend. And we started a new church. It was a new begining for us. For me. I grew so much at that time. I learned so much.

And I'm so grateful. In the tapestry of grace is my story. But I'm not the only one. There are millions of them. All weaved into this wonderful picture of God's grace. I'm so blessed.