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Praise Him
Nothing seems to be going right. It feels like the enemy is weighing down on my back, leaving me no escape from the pain. I’ve taken every pill I possess, but I cant even lift myself off of the floor. The hospital couldn’t even help me. What else am I supposed to do? Praise Him. But how can I praise the Lord when all I feel is hopelessness? How can I thank God for letting me wake to see a new day, when I was woken up to nothing but pain and darkness? How do you expect me to thank God when I’ve lost my health, my job, my car,…
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Run to the House
“Ugh, what is the pastor going to say? What is everyone going to think? What if they call us out in front of everyone?” These were some of the thoughts that ran through mine and my husband’s heads as we made the long drive to church. Our stomachs turned with nervousness. Our hearts were racing. I had grown up in church. Why did I feel this way? It was February when God told me to go back to church. Having one reason or excuse after the other, I was lucky if I even watched it online. God had been patient with me, but by the time June came along, He…
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Three Lessons I Learned in My Trial
“Take it, Jesus. Just take it.” These had become common words in my vocabulary the winter that my sickness started to get out of control. I craved complete deliverance from disease, and I could not understand why God, the ultimate Healer, would not grant me that request. I knew He had all the power to remove my sickness in a heartbeat. I knew He could easily calm down the symptoms or even just let the medicine kick in, yet no matter how much I begged, He didn’t take away the pain. My sister, who had just been inspired by another woman’s testimony, suggested that instead of asking God to remove…
