So I created my blog…

and sat down to write  my first God story…

and nothing.  I can’t think of even one story.

Why is it so much easier to remember the bad times, the times we were let down, the times we felt our prayers went unanswered?

Or is that just me and my pessimism?

At one time, I could have won the World Champion Pessimist Award (except something would have probably gone wrong and I wouldn’t have gotten it anyway.)

I was convinced that nothing good would ever happen to me. And if by chance something good did accidentally happen, it would soon be discovered and taken away.

I had read Jer. 29:11 for years.  “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” It sounded nice, but obviously was written for someone else.

But now I couldn’t even place runner up in any pessimist competition. God has been working in me over the years, slowly replacing the negative thoughts that has plagued me since I was a child with thoughts of hope. A hope that can only be found in Him.

I guess that’s a pretty amazing God story, after all.