Meaningful Monday: Guest Cyndi Sneed
Great is His Faithfulness is not just a song, a title, or a passing thought. He IS faithful, and we see proof of His faithfulness to us every single day. Meaningful Mondays are posts from guests who are willing to share their thoughts, lessons, and experiences on how faithful He has been in their lives. I am honored to share this first from my Sister-In-Law, Cyndi Sneed. Below, she shares one of the most recent evidences of His faithfulness to her and her family as well as one of her poems.
I am so excited to be the first guest writer for my Sister-in-law’s blog! I pray what I give you today enlightens your journey with the Lord and gives insight to His grace and things happening in His timing.
I gave my life to the Lord nineteen years ago and have never looked back. But there is something that has happened in my life recently that has given me wisdom and built my faith even more. I am recently remarried after a very hard divorce. I was married twenty years, having been with my ex-husband since I was seventeen. I instantly became a step mom to a nine year old boy, whom I had known since he was five. I was only twenty-two when we got married and had no clue what I was doing, as a wife or a mom! And I did not give my life to the Lord until I was twenty-seven.
My step-son’s mom lived a hard life and involved her sons in her drug habits, stealing, lying, and lesbian lifestyle at an early age. My step-son also had ADHD, which did not help with his learning about the world. He was nine when we got married and came to live with us. We were very careful about when we allowed him to be around his mom, had to monitor his medication because she would steal it, didn’t talk about her in front of him, and showed him the correct way to live and love. Teenage years were very hard with him; attitude, drug experimentation, skipping school, lying, went to juvie twice, couldn’t hold down a job. We did everything we knew to do to help him and he continued to do things however he wanted to.
When he was eighteen, we finally said we couldn’t do it anymore. He was endangering himself and our family, including his two little sisters. We kicked him out of the house, and he went to live with his mom. This was the hardest decision we ever had to make as parents, because we knew what we were sending him into: drugs, alcohol, poverty, and most of all - a world void of Jesus. For four years, we had been saved, and he had been with us, under incredible teaching of the Word, filled with the Holy Ghost, and watching lives change. The only thing I had to stand on to protect him was the Word of God and my prayers as a mom.
As the years went on, we would hear from him periodically. You would think he would ask for money, help, or a ride somewhere. But this wasn’t the case. The Lord would place him on my heart, and I would start to pray over him. He would call me every time, and something huge would be happening in his life, and he would ask me to pray for him. He became addicted to drugs/alcohol, lost his license, got locked up several times, had too many jobs to count, lived in his car, tried to get clean and go right back. He exhausted family ties, and no one would help him anymore. Then his mom passed away last year from a degenerative neurological disease caused from drug use. It took her life within six months of onset.
Fast forward to the last month. I hadn’t spoken to him in several years, but I had always told everyone that one day he would stop living the years he had lived with his mom and would start living the years he lived with us. I had spoken the Word into his life, prayed for him and believed that the Lord would keep him safe. Once again, the Lord placed him on my heart, and I began to pray protection from death or overdose. His Aunt contacted me one day and said my step-son had an opportunity to attend Teen Challenge, a great rehab that is grounded in Christ, but he needed help with the tuition.
I was able to get in touch with him and go see him. I told him I had been praying for him for protection. He said that death was all he had left and he cried. I told him that I loved him, I would support him and help him, and that he was worth it.
Since that day a month ago, we have been able to get all his information that he needs, blood work, plus all the items he needed to take with him has been given. Friends and family have stepped up and just blessed him. Yesterday, I went and helped him pack his things. It was like packing him for youth camp all over again. The program is a year long with no contact within the first thirty days. Since his thirty-third birthday is within this time period, we gave him a party today, instead. I have typed up all the people that have said they are praying for him and put it in his suitcase. Maybe he will understand the scope of how big God is in this. I have also gotten eleven cards of support and encouragement and labeled them each week to open so that each week he will have that support when he can’t talk to anyone. He may not be my biological child, but he is my son forever. I will continue to pray for him and believe that nothing is impossible with God.
My take away from all this and the wisdom I have gained? To not lean on my own understanding. His ways are bigger. His timing is perfect. Raise a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart. Never give up on someone. When God places someone on your heart PRAY. Speak the Word and life into people. And if I just have faith the size of a mustard seed…
You see, I never waivered in knowing that God would answer my prayer one day for my son. It may not be as soon as I’d like or how I’d like, but He answered. It took years, but a foundation was laid in a little boy and is now coming to fruition. Never give up on your God for He is faithful to give above and beyond what we could ever ask or think!
I took my son to his new start today at 10 am. I stand in expectation of my God in my son.
Who is I Am?
The I Am who I Am from Exodus? The one who spoke to Moses?
What a strange name to give 3 persons who are the same.
I want to know and so I go, on a quest, for the Guest
Who I have invited into my heart, but where do I start?
A voice says, “Grab My Word, it is your sword.
My Holy thoughts throughout, you cannot live without.”
Armed with this Book of Life, I set out amid my strife.
To seek out this voice, that leaves me no choice.
And oh what a find! He won’t leave me behind!
He breaks the chains that bind and opens the eyes of the blind!
He is the Bread of Life and takes away my strife.
He provides all my needs and watches over my deeds.
He heals me inside and out and never lets me do without.
He searches my heart, to see if He may start,
The calling He put there that I carry, unaware.
He is the First and the Last, He knows my past.
He’s thrown it away and I won’t be swayed.
He is the Holy One in the midst of me, strong as the Lebanon tree.
He is the root and offspring of a king, but has become my King of Kings.
He is my bright and morning star, who I see up close and afar.
He is the first one on the scene when I am not acting clean.
And the last one to leave, to help me believe.
He won’t forsake me, for I am she.
The one He died for and whose sins He bore.
Oh I Am! What you mean to me! And I have so much to glean.
From Your words You speak, my life is no longer bleak!
I will be still and know that you are He
Who made me whole, who made me free!
You have called my name, I belong to you.
I can hardly believe it is true!
You are my Creator and coming King.
And you know everything in between.
My I Am, I worship You, reverence and adore You.
Believe in You and bow down to You.
I Am, I know this to be true, that I know who I am in You.
Copyright Cyndi Sneed 2011
About our Guest Contributor:
For the past decade, Cyndi Sneed has been creating poetry based upon the Word of God, and her deep love of Christ. She diligently researches the verses that the Holy Spirit uses to inspire her, seeking the original meanings in the language they were first written in. This results not only in poetry that is beautiful to read, but that also lifts the soul and awakens the heart of the reader to seek a greater closeness to the Father. She also writes personal poetry for people, creating individual compositions that edify and encourage.
Cyndi lives in Texas with her husband and two daughters. Along with her husband they minister together to a small group each Sunday in their home and love to pray for those in need. She loves camo, rhinestones, the color purple, and writing in her she shed.
For more information about her personalized poetry, please contact her at:
phone - 817-353-3595
email - email@example.com
Facebook - @writehandofthefather