TITLE: A Miracle 19/4/19
By Graham Insley
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It nearly didn’t happen… my youth. But it did… and it was awesome.
I laughed and played like a normal Jewish girl. I ran through the dusty streets of Jerusalem like there was no tomorrow and had the time of my life. I was the apple of my father’s eye and my mother’s pride and joy. It was as if I could do no wrong and I spent my entire teenage years in bliss.
I climbed mountains and trees like a boy and broke the heart of many a young man, inappropriate behaviour for such an important man’s daughter, but I didn’t care. Why should I… I was alive and intended to live every second.
Money wasn’t really a problem, so I was spoilt. Mother lavished me with new dresses and father gave me whatever I wanted. I was not allowed to behave like a spoilt brat, that would just simply not do, but I was. My near-death experience had shaken my parents and they were so happy I had survived they didn’t know how to say no, and I took advantage of it as teenage girls are apt to. I stayed out late, went to some amazing parties and generally had a great time. Always being well behaved, never drinking strong alcohol or too much, holding boys at a distance and making sure I was with other girls. But they were good times. Times that nearly didn’t happen.
Mum and dad did a lot of entertaining too. They held dinner parties for important people, and I was expected to attend them all -- as their show-piece. Not that I minded, being the centre of attraction suited me. I was a pretty girl, not beautiful but certainly pretty and full of life. Determined to enjoy what I had nearly lost, it took me the whole of my teen-years to settle down and realise what was important… my relationship with God.
It’s amazing really, without Him I would not have had my younger days, but it took several years for me to realise that and get to a point where I not only appreciated it but believed in Him because of it. Life, something to be lived to the full, but lived to the glory of God. I’m glad I came to that conclusion while I was still in my early twenties, my youth had been enjoyable, but real meaning and purpose came with maturity. And it began when Jesus uttered those now famous words, “Talitha koumi.”
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