Barefoot Devotions

1996 – A Bus Kid

It is a hot and humid typical Southern day that triggers the memory of Vacation Bible School. The joy of going to church that provided a vacation from home and hope fresh on the mind and heart. Looking forward with joy and anticipation of the church van that would be coming down the dirt road to carry you to church for the evening.

1996 was different. It was two extremes colliding together. It was a culmination of events that would set the lives of a family on fire that would burn until there was nothing left to burn. It began with a bus kid.

It was a year of great suffering, but the joy that was coming was far greater than the issues that come with alcoholism, drug addiction, and a broken home.

It started with the love of Christ that filled the bus that was displayed by someone who loved God. Someone who experienced God’s love, mercy, hope, and forgiveness.

It continued for the week with God convicting a nine year old girl of the sins that made her dirty. Not the kinda dirt you get from riding four wheelers and playing in the dirt all day but a kind of dirty that could only be washed away by Jesus’ blood.

Barely able to stand. Barely able to speak. Knowing the only place to be is down at the alter seeking the truth, redemption, solace, and accepting God’s truth and the only way to everlasting life through the death of His son, Jesus.

Jesus Accepted. Set Free. Hope Obtained. Life Given.

The moment she walked in her front door – life was about to change. The catalyst was about to ignite. Salvation would spread to a dad and sister chained to addiction. A wife and family’s prayers would soon be answered.

I am a bus kid, this is my story, and this is how God found us.

Xoxo,

Hannah B.

Barefoot Devotions

Waiting Upon The Lord // Part 3 

Hey y’all! So I’ve told y’all about the waiting period… ready for some more waiting? I wasn’t either! I promise that it starts to get more exciting.

My husband’s first choice school wanted him to take undergraduate classes and retake his admissions exam… even after being on the waitlist for the last entering class…so we were pretty much at a standstill until we had a scheduled interview at the school in Kentucky! We made the trip to visit and check out the town, school and to interview. This time it felt different. It definitely felt that God was all over this path. It was a small town, lack of crime, no traffic,  better schools for our boys and the absolute opposite of the school in Tennessee and our home at the time. It was peaceful. The details of the plan didn’t matter because God already had everything worked out and the peace was enough to surpass all understanding.  It was exciting and it was God’s plan. To reach this moment was perfectly beautiful and still is at this very moment.

We stopped at our new favorite breakfast eatery and I went into the woman’s restroom and as I entered I saw the most beautiful verse that was meant for me and I knew then that God was preparing me for the days ahead and giving me a sign.

Proverbs 31:25 

She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.

I knew without a doubt that God was in this, all around us and had His hand orchestrating every detail. We made it home with a newspaper and for some reason, I bought the paper inside my husband’s parent’s house. Anyway, do you know what was on the front page of that paper? An article about a local church returning from a mission trip to a place in Uganda. The organization they went with is an organization that my in-laws are heavily involved with. We were moved by this and for us, it was a sign.

Several weeks had passed and we had not heard anything. The school said we would know in 2 weeks. I figured it wasn’t going to happen again. I didn’t know why or what God wanted us to do. At this point, we were making plans to stay in our house and completing projects around the house. Well, sure enough, once those projects started rolling… My husband got the call. I couldn’t believe it. I was sad, so sad that my husband said we didn’t have to do it if I didn’t want too. It was time to move on regardless of what I wanted, or thought I wanted. I felt like a child whose favorite toy was being taken away but He had a plan far better than anything I could imagine.

To be continued…

Xoxo,

Hannah B.