As I was looking for a place to put Hope's baby food, I opened a cabinet and saw a HUGE bag of medicine that I used to have to take daily. My heart stopped for a few minutes as I remembered those days that I try to forget. Click here to read a significant part of my story. Those years of suffering that seemed to never end.
I pulled that bag out and threw it in the garbage... replacing it with baby food.
Thank you for all of you who walked with me through those very DARK days. Those days have proved to be more precious than gold to me now even though I no longer talk about it. Powerful things happen in the valley. I believe those dark days were an answer to this prayer,
"I want to be used by you, God. I want to share the gospel."
I prayed that prayer often before I got sick.
Being sick made no sense to me during those years. Why would God allow me to be homebound?
Now, I can clearly see why. He was at work in me- preparing me, changing me, and annointing me with oil while I was in the valley.
I will elaborate more after the girl's conference that I am pouring my whole heart and soul into.
I couldn't help but give God the glory after throwing away that bag and putting my daughter's food in it's place.
If you are in your own personal valley of suffering, be encouraged.
God does miracles.
"I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
Reporting from the Promised Land
(where you are headed if you don't give up)~