Miracle Monday #10 Mary’s miracle story

Saving Grace

One day, one encounter changed everything, and I was never the same.

I was the most generic story of brokenness, despite having been brought up in a well to do area I was devalued and beaten down for having been born a girl. I began to believe what the world said I was, was the truth and nothing would ever change that, I viewed myself as unworthy and undeserving of anything but what I had gotten from life thus far, which was nothing. I was nothing.
I had heard of a God that supposedly cared for his creation but had never experienced this “care” people so often spoke of. My own brokenness turned into hatred towards myself, I didn’t want to be me or be alive, I laid in the arms of strangers hoping to mask my pain with a moment of what I thought was love. My view of myself was so fixed that I had projected it on to the world around me and found myself lost in a desert, thirsty and hungry, trying to fill the chasm I felt inside, but only gaining more emptiness.
The choices I made lead me to even deeper and darker places, I sold myself to survive and became publicly known for my scandalous life style. I was so out of control, I began losing consciousness and waking up in places I didn’t recall going to, I couldn’t sleep anymore due to nightmares and voices I heard all around me.
Needless to say this lead me to a crazed state of mind, and I dove even deeper into the life I thought I was made for, in hopes of finding a distraction from what I was unable to battle within me, I could feel myself, my personality fading away as I became less and less human. A few people tried to help me, but either gave up or just made things worse.
The dark was consuming me, I didn’t know who I was or what I should do. I was a tortured soul, haunted by my past and facing a hopeless future.
But then I saw a glimmer of hope, a man I didn’t know called me by name, I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard my name said in that tone of voice, kind and calm, almost (dare I say) in a loving tone. As I raised my eyes from the ground and looked into his, and there was a shift. I saw a glimmer of hope in the eyes of this stranger, little did I know he was the king sent down from heaven born of a virgin in a manger.
He freed me that day from the demons that had gripped me for so many years, he told me I was loved, that I was worthy of love... I will never forget the day I met Jesus.

I became his follower and from that day on, accompanied him as he preached life and set countless others free, I began to believe that nothing would ever shake my faith again, until the day I saw him hung on a cross.
He had mentioned that soon he would be leaving, that soon he would be broken for our sins, for my sins, but I could have never imagined what actually unfolded. My messiah hanging on a cross, battered and tortured for the sins of the world, including me, a prostitute.
For three long days I floated around like a ghost with what seemed like no purpose, my best friend was dead, and I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact. I decided to go to his tomb and pay my respects but when I arrived I knew there was something wrong, something missing.
I got closer and was greeted with an empty tomb and a being so wonderful I can’t even describe it, he asked.
why are you searching for the living among the dead?
I couldn’t grasp or understand the question.
He is not here, He is alive!
I simply could not understand what was happening, with my mind a mess. I looked around and saw what I thought was one of the gardeners and asked.
please return the body taken from this tomb.
And then He said my name, and it hit me, who’s voice I heard. The voice of my friend, my savior and Lord. It was Jesus standing before me, alive but now with scars on his hands and feet. I cried for joy and wanted to embrace him but instead I was given a mission.
I was now filled with purpose, I had good news, the best news to tell and I just could not contain my joy. I went and told the others of what had happened and though it took a while for them to grasp what was happening I didn’t care if they thought I was crazy or seeing things because I knew that this was the mission set before me by God.
If you remember nothing else from my story, I pray that you’d remember this. No one is beyond saving, God’s love and grace extended to us through Jesus does not discriminate, pick or choose, it is available to all those who believe in him!
John 3:16 (TPT) “For here is the way God loved the world—he gave his only, unique Son as a gift. So now everyone who believes in him will never perish but experience everlasting life.”

My name is Mary Magdalene and this is one of my miracle stories

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