I grew up in a home filled with music. We always had an organ and a piano in our living room, and they were not decorative. They were there to be played. I can’t say how many people learned to play music on Grandma’s piano and/or organ, but I know I was one of them.

Photo of Grandma's piano.
I am happy to have this piano in my home today.

I’ve been exposed to a variety of music throughout the years. There aren’t many genres that aren’t enjoyable to me. Really, all I need is a good rhythm and a meaningful message. 

Music often inspires me to write. I will get a line or two stuck in my head until I sit down and process it through words on a page. Anyone else?

Thus, the inspiration for this post. 

He Takes Good Care of Me

I grew up going to church. One of the first things I ever learned to say (as all babies at our church!) is “One God”, while holding up my pointer finger. My first solo as a three-year old was singing about Jesus in a Christmas (maybe Easter?) production. I’ve spent many a nap-time curled up beneath a church pew, or on a straw mat laid over the bare ground under a big tent when we had church outside. 

But, as most people do, I came to a point in life where I started to question. Is He real?

I just happened to be a child when the questioning began.

I can’t give you a date and time when God started to become real to me. I know that I was 13 years old when I decided to give Him a chance. Everything else in life had failed, so I thought, “Why not?”

All I know is that, since I gave Him the chance, He has proven Himself again. and again. and again.

He takes good care of me.

 

God, My Healer

Now, you may read the heading above and think you know what I’m going to talk about. You may dismiss healings as coincidence or good luck or great doctors. But, I’m not here to talk about physical healing. Not today, anyway. 😉 

God has healed my heart and mind in ways I can’t ever describe in a blog post. However, let’s consider this…

I was an 11 year old girl unknowingly addicted to pornography (because I didn’t even know what that was!) and wishing her life was over.

I was a 12 year old girl drowning in rated R reading materials and obsessed with inappropriate humor.

I was a 13 year old girl who, for two months of her 8th grade year, others thought was completely mute because of how little I talked and interacted with others. I lived in an empty, rotting home, and once again found myself wishing my life was over.  

And then…

I was a 14 year old girl who, though still suffering, smiled and laughed with her friends – without the dirty humor.

I was a 15 year old girl who passionately sang and worshipped God, free from guilt or shame. I frequently wrote and spoke to inspire my friends to reach for greater things.

I was a 16 year old who literally took other kids from broken homes into her arms and worked hard to show them the love of God.

You get the idea.

Only God can heal a life like that.

That wasn’t just me turning my life around because, well… just ask those around me at that time. I had really rough days, where I couldn’t even convince myself to smile. But each time I brought a new disappointment to the feet of Jesus, He started the healing process all over again. 

He takes good care of me.

 

God, My Provider

WOW. I could write an entire book just on the ways God has provided for me. Sometimes, it was before I realized I needed it. Sometimes, it was right on time. Sometimes, it seemed like it was too late. Looking back, it was always perfect timing.

I’ll just share one of my favorite stories of God’s provision.

When I was a junior in high school, I worked at a little pizza place very part-time. I think I averaged 12 hours a week, at minimum wage. I had only a few bills to pay, and one of those was my school tuition.

(Looking back now, I am almost certain someone in the church “sponsored” me so that the monthly price was low enough for me to afford. Anyway.)

There was a three-week period in the middle of the school year where I didn’t work at all. Thus, I got behind on my payments almost immediately – I barely made enough as it was. Without going into the details (you’ll have to wait for my memoir! 😆), I quickly realized I wasn’t going to get any help from home, regardless of what I was told.

The end of the school year came, and I still owed two months worth of payments. I remember going to the church one morning to pray, and I reminded God of my situation. I knew He was going to help me pay those two months. I felt full of faith after getting up from that prayer meeting.

When I checked my phone, I saw a text from my brother (also my principal) saying something along the lines of… “Remember God provides. :)”

**Those are not the exact words, but the meaning of the text is retained.**

I don’t remember why, but I went down the hill to the school. My brother was in his office, and I chatted with him for a minute. He had a big smile on his face, and he showed me a handful of cash.

“The rest of your tuition is taken care of.”

My jaw dropped. “What?!”

“Someone came in and paid off some of it, and then another person came and paid off the rest.”

Well, that wasn’t God, you might say. That was the generosity and good nature of others.

For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not.

Romans 7:18 (KJV)

I say that God shows others how to be good and generous. How did those people know I needed help? That’s not broadcasted information.

He takes good care of me.


I could certainly go on and on about the goodness of God, but this post is already longer than I intended. So, maybe we’ll do Part Two sometime. 😏

If you find yourself wondering what life is all about, or struggling to see a reason to keep going, or facing things bigger than you think you can handle, I encourage you to give Jesus a chance. If He can do it for me, He can do it for you.

How has God proven Himself to you? I’d love to hear from you!