It's My Story But it's Not Aboput Me

It’s My Story, But It’s Not About Me!

by Tracy Walker-Maddy

In 2 Corinthians 12:9 God said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

God often chooses the weakest of vessels through which to bring Him glory, and I am, indeed, one of those weakest of vessels. Yet the grace and mercy that the Lord has poured out into my life over the years of my life fills me with great humility and joy; humility, because He would call my name and then give me the ears to hear that call. Joy, because I can live and walk in confidence knowing that He is who He says He is and He is a God who keeps His promises. I would like to share briefly, a few of the promises He has given to me and how He has kept those promises.

In Isaiah 55:11 – “So is my word that goes out from my mouth. It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”

It is a curious and mysterious journey that God will take us on to bring His plan for our lives to completion.

I read a statement that said “Attempt great things for God. Expect great things from God”, and it reminded me of a journey that began in the heart of an 8 year old girl somewhere in small town southern Utah 1964.

I was born and grew up in a very small town in the heart of the Mormon culture. The opportunity for the Gospel to be heard was very limited. No Christian radio or library filled with Christian literature. No women’s groups. Often not even a Sunday morning message or a Sunday school class.

In the 1960’s traveling missionaries, circuit preachers, would come through our town and hold worship services and sometimes old fashioned revival meetings. My parents came to a personal relationship with Christ through the efforts of these faithful and devoted men and women and led their children to that same faith. We became a part of a very, very small minority of Christians in a spiritual wasteland.

At that time there was a group of Christian pilots in Phoenix, AZ that established a missionary ministry called, ”Wings for Christ.” On Sundays one of them would fly his small single engine Cessna airplane to our remote little town and preach a grand evangelistic message about the Gospel. We were always so excited to see them! They were bigger than life!

Often, after Sunday services they would come to our home for Sunday dinner to enjoy my mother’s southern cooking. After the meal the adults would sit at our table talking about the love of God and His plan for our redemption by the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. They spoke about salvation by faith and not of works and how salvation was a gift from God by His grace through faith. Listening in on their conversations I received my first lessons in Theology and I learned early to love God’s Word (Never underestimate what your children are listening to or the influence and impact that what they hear will have on their hearts and minds).

Afterwards, my dad and my little brother and I would return them to their small Cessna airplane and off they would fly to the next small town to deliver their precious and rare message. We would watch them until we couldn’t see them anymore.

I must mention at this point the name of Melvin Owens. Melvin was a Wing’s for Christ missionary who served the Lord and graced our lives with God’s Word. Tragically, on November 14, 1965 as Melvin flew from our town to the next small town where he was scheduled to preach again that day, he became disoriented in the low clouds and crashed into the mountains. Melvin Owens gave his life so that the Gospel message could be heard in Southern Utah. A local cowboy in that area has written a memoir with photos on his Blog page about that sad event at:

Such noble and adventurous men, along with the missionaries to China and India that I read about in books became my hero’s and I determined early that someday I also would be a missionary traveling to faraway place to deliver the Gospel message that had so captivated my child’s heart and soul. It was my focus for some years and I have never forgotten.

However, I married right out of high school and did not think much about those faraway places while I was raising my sons on our family farm. Instead, our home became my mission field as I was determined to do everything in my power to raise my sons to know Jesus Christ personally as their Savior. Not an easy task while living in a culture of Mormon influence. But God is faithful to His promises to me and all four of my sons know their Lord and Savior.

The years flew by. Soon all my boys were men with their own families and my husband Ron and I loved and enjoyed our five beautiful grandchildren. This coming April will add yet another boy to the Walker clan. And then there were nine!

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11.

But you know, it is a curious and mysterious journey that God will take us on to bring His plan for our lives to completion.

On October 10, 2005 I received a dire and devastating phone call. My husband of 29 years, my best friend and companion, my son’s father, my grandchildren’s “Papa” had died unexpectedly while on a special deer hunt with our youngest son.

At that moment in time I was dropped into a foreign country in which I did not know or understand the language. I became a wanderer in a wasteland of sorrow.

My recovery is still pending and I look forward to that day where in the presence of Jesus Christ himself I will fellowship again with one so very dear to me – a day when Jesus will wipe away my tears of sorrow and replace them with wellsprings of eternal joy. I have clung desperately to Romans 8:28 and know firsthand the truth of its promise.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”

My life is a story given to me by my Lord. It is a story of God’s enduring faithfulness, His unfailing love, and promised Presence and that far outweighs any sorrow this world can inflict upon my heart.

A few years later to give ease to my journey; God hosted a friendship with another who suffered the loss of a dearly loved spouse. Monty and I currently make our home in Nampa, Idaho where I am pursuing a Master of Art in Christian Theology

But you know, it is a curious and mysterious journey that God will take us on to bring His plan for our lives to completion.

Remember that little eight year old girl growing up in the spiritual wasteland of small town southern Utah and her heart to be a missionary? Today, some many years later, she is part of a group called Waterfall Women. A missionary group if you will.

Waterfall Women is a ministry that reaches out to women who live in rural communities of the western states by providing speakers for revivals, conferences, and retreats at no cost to the hosting group.

The calling and desire of our ministry is to help equip, encourage, and disciple women who have limited access to the benefits of the greater Church Body. To help disciple women as they journey deeper into discipleship with Jesus Christ so that they may impact their families, church, and communities with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

And who knows, there may be a little girl standing in the background somewhere, sometime, listening to our message; a little girl who God is calling according to His purpose.

This is my story to tell – but it is not a story about me. It is a story about the faithfulness of God.

Yes, indeed it is a curious and mysterious journey that God will take us on to bring His plan for our lives to completion.

And I am confident of this, that He who began a good work in me will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus! Philippians 1:6
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