Did you really pull yourself out of This… Alone

sometimes memories lie

a few months ago, I didn’t go to church
I stayed home sick, watched from the couch

It ended up being one of the most intimate encounters
I’ve ever had with God

even though I wasn’t in the room, His presence felt more real than the room itself
I sat with a memory I thought I knew inside and out

I thought I saved myself, that I was the one — who got out, who was brave
the one who threw the rope into the pit
and pulled myself out of darkness.

I thought I played a part in the miracle
so I must’ve been the one who made it happen

But then — a voice screamed at me. Not out loud, but straight into my chest:
Lynn, you’re not remembering this right!

and I was like:
No, I’m pretty sure I’m right.

Then I heard it clearer:
Are you going to fight Me on this?

I closed my mouth quicker than a Ziploc-bag
And just like that, it cracked
the memory. the story. the credit I gave myself

and then... another memory surfaced
one I hadn’t revisited in years
that school counselor — the one who said: Jesus is more personal than you think

I had skipped class that day. No plan. 
just wandered into her office, somehow
we talked about life, about feeling lost, and about my dream of becoming a pop star

I could play the scale with closed eyes
but I’d forgotten something important... 
I couldn’t carry a tune

but now I think
what if God had tuned the moment?
It didn't make sense how I ended up in that room with her 
and at that specific time.

I thought I chose safety. 
but what if safety chose me?

what if God was already putting people in place before we walked in?
what if we were never actually alone—especially when we felt forgotten?

where even the sad memories we were so sure we survived by ourselves
had fingerprints that weren’t ours.

for me, He was there—in that scene, too.
that’s what I saw in the rearview mirror 
that Sunday, four months ago

that all things do work together for good 
to those who love Him
So here—boring, confusing, hard

we're not alone either.

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Heart Call

The scene — happy, sad, even horrible — doesn’t need to change. Just who you saw in it.

• What moment have you been calling “all me”
  that might’ve had God’s hand on it the whole time?

• What memory needs revisiting with Him beside you this time?

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