Hey Ya’ll
Goodness, I think I can shed some light on this Idea. My name is Larry Donaldson and I have lived under the care of Miracle Hill’s loving care for a total of three years and if there is one thing I know it is what that feels like. I have been a client, Servant leader, an intern, a truck driver,a bus driver, a van driver, a resident supervisor and am currently the Overcomer’s level 4 counselor. I can not however speak for anyone else, but as for me Miracle Hill has been the mechanism God had chosen to empower to bring me to his loving presence. The entire process, I traveled here at Miracle Hill has been a great one, a story filled with great joy and some nearly unbearable pain, however the staff and family here at this Ministry has brought me together with our Lord and Savior and for that there are no words. As a client I was given support and more importantly good biblical guidance. Like the Paraclete of stories of ole the staff came along side me and was unbelievably patient as a thirty year old man was born again for the first time. The daily routine of life, is the daily routine of life, but the way you see yourself in that life and through your efforts is the major difference. The loyal staff here at Miracle Hill has brought me through the darkness and watched as I was ackwardly thrust in his marvelous light and showed me the meaning of sacrifice through service and the joy of being part of the far greater purpose of the concept of kingdom. I just have to tell you about one day in particular. It was the day I was saved by grace and realized the God of the universe not only saw me, but more amazingly loved me. Now thinking back, I was sitting in the Gymnasium area of the Greenville Rescue Mission preparing to grieve the process that was called graduation. When all of a sudden I realized that I couldn’t hear the words coming out of the speakers mouth. I was in a type of trance like the one you might be in while you day dream and then out of nowhere the words came to me. They were the words that only God can speak. The speaker went back to his speech and again I wondered aimlessly through the tunnels of my mind until again the words of the Lord came again, even more powerful this time and again the blank voiceless speech continued. Finally, the lord came to rest on me like a heavy weight and his words poured over me like a flood and I looked down and realized I had been crying through all of it. A man who could not remember if he had ever cried suddenly sat surprised by the endless stream of newness pouring down his face. I don’t think that any of the other days in the life of Larry Donaldson have even made much difference , but this wasn’t just a day in the life of a client at the Grenville Rescue Mission, it was the beginning of a life.
Sorry, I submitted this way late I forgot. That wasn’t the spirit that was all me 🙂
