Category: My Personal Epiphany Stories

As I reread the profound verses in Exodus tonight, a personal epiphany struck me—a revelation that I am part of a story much larger than myself, shaped by generations that came before me, but not bound to repeat their mistakes forever.

Exodus 34:7 tells us: “Keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, and that will by no means clear the guilty; visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children, and upon the children’s children, unto the third and to the fourth generation.”

These words are striking. They carry the weight of generational sin—a reality I am beginning to acknowledge. Perhaps I am the third generation in this chain, shaped unknowingly by the iniquities of my father and grandfather. I cannot fully know the depths of their sins, but I know they were forgiven and shown mercy by our Savior, Jesus Christ.

Now, the fourth generation awaits. How do I break the chain? How do I ensure that the echoes of sin stop with me? It begins with truth. The fourth generation must know—not just about the flaws of their ancestors, but also about the grace that God offers us all.

Exodus 34 also reminds us of the Lord’s nature: “The Lord, The Lord God, merciful and gracious, longsuffering, and abundant in goodness and truth, keeping mercy for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin…”

This is our hope. The cycle can end, not through my strength alone, but through His unending mercy and grace. I must confront my own sins, acknowledge them openly, and share the beauty of God’s forgiveness with those who come after me. It is His forgiveness that will pave a way forward—a way free of chains.

This epiphany is not just for me; it is a call for redemption, a call for action, and a call to share the Gospel. My sin does not have to define me. Nor does it have to define my family. By the grace of our Lord, I believe that the fourth generation can know freedom, forgiveness, and the boundless love of our Savior in heaven.

Tonight, as I navigated the familiar ebb and flow of family life and personal challenges, I found myself reflecting on the importance of timing and honesty in storytelling. Inspired by my journey and a sleepless night filled with introspection, I began to see the extraordinary in the ordinary.

Work, family gatherings, and unexpected mishaps reminded me that every moment, no matter how mundane, holds valuable lessons. As I pondered my own experiences, I realized that the honesty of these moments—the good, the bad, and the absurd—are what make life truly extraordinary.

A conversation with my wife brought back a memory of our past cat, Nala, and the blurred lines between my actions and my recollections. It’s a reminder of how our memories can shift over time, and how questioning our past can bring clarity and growth, especially if you are a compartmentalizer like me.

In the quiet of the night, with the help of an AI companion, I found myself drafting the first chapter of my memoir. I’m a huge proponent of AI, and I believe that AI, like all things, is a gift from God. Given to us by God, it helps me organize my thoughts and bring my ideas to life.

However, trying to write this memoir will be both a blessing and a challenge. I struggle with the balance of being truthful while trying to remain anonymous, knowing that sharing my story could potentially hurt those I care about. Yet, I feel a divine nudge to document my journey and share my story with the world.

I believe that if more people were brutally honest in sharing even the worst of life, the crazy of life, the ordinary of life, along with the extraordinary of life, others would truly learn from those experiences. And if you can’t share that with the world, share it with your brothers, share it with your sisters, share it with your children, share it with your friends. Share it at least with those you really care about, even if it might hurt them, because maybe it will help them avoid the mistakes you have made and help them live a life more like Christ.

Tonight’s epiphany, God telling me to write a memoir or at least continue to tell stories others can learn from, has reinforced the importance of timing and honesty in storytelling. As I continue to reflect and write, I hope to capture the essence of an ordinary life lived with extraordinary love and experiences, while questioning and understanding the complex layers of my past. Maybe I’ll share these truly personal stories with the world, but I know I will share them with those I care deeply about.

That’s just one of my personal epiphanies. My full memoir is still to be written. Until then, stay tuned for more stories of Epiphany.

My plan was originally to create a place for others to share their epiphany stories. Tonight, I realized I built this to share mine, because God told me to. Here’s my definition of what an epiphany truly is: Simply put, an epiphany is a point of no return.

Once you have a vision that tells you what the future holds, is that a premonition? Is that a prediction? I say no, that is an epiphany. But a true epiphany cannot be recalled, cannot be taken back, and cannot not happen. Or maybe that’s the idea—an epiphany is a vision from God. A vision that tells you, “THIS will happen.”

An epiphany is a warning from the God of Abraham, our Lord. It’s the point of no return. It’s when the Lord tells us, “Go forward, or go back.” But it is our choice. He gave us free will. Or did he?

Some of us realize when our vision, our thought, our insight is an epiphany. Some of us don’t. That is because we are tempted. Tempted to not believe in our Lord. Tempted by evil. God have mercy for those who do not understand.

The Lord has provided all; all substance both physical and spiritual. Many have taken what God has provided in the physical sense, but the Lord, thy God, cares nothing about what we take in the physical world. For only He knows, it’s the soul that counts. The Lord wants you to know, those epiphanies are, like all things, because of Him.