When I was in preschool, I was evaluated for a learning disability. And my prognosis was that I’d never really be able to read or write.  We didn’t know it, but God had OTHER plans.

When I was seven years old, my mom had been teaching me about sin and salvation.  And for a little while, I had been thinking about how much I lied to my parents.  

The reminder of that sin weighed heavy on me. So, one night I couldn’t take it anymore, I spoke up and asked my mother if I could accept Christ. My mom led me in the prayer at dinner in a truck stop restaurant.  

As I learned more about Jesus, I spent many summers at my grandparents’ house reading the Bible and devotionals from the Streams in the Desert by L.B. Cowman. At the age of 15, I was published. It was apparent that I would never have a learning disability.

After college, I had to face some hard truths about my life. I had been married for a few years, started a new career and I found myself in a depression from the wrong-doings of others to me, loss of loved ones, loss of a job and parent’s divorce. I went through years of counseling, support groups, and soul-searching. I was an extremely bitter, unforgiving, judgmental person, who didn’t have any problems.

I thank God for the day I went on an Emmaus Walk, and he poured into my soul the greatest comfort I have ever known and carry with me today, Romans 5:20b, “But where sin increased, grace increased all the more.” (NIV) It didn’t matter how icky the sin was, His grace trumped it all. For the next few years, I began forgiving close family members, church members, previous bosses and myself.  

Now, my heart is softened by how my unpleasant experiences can bring me closer to God. And I am humbled of how he put in me the gift of writing and communication when this “world” said I was not born capable of it.  

I also transformed from wearing drab, all black clothes to a colorful “blingster” reflecting HIS light and love.  While my mother, grandmother and the church were instrumental in my salvation and growth in Jesus, they couldn’t save me. Only God’s grace can.


Mrs. J Young

Mrs. J Young

"But where sin increased, grace increased all the more" (Romans 5:20b).