This blog was created to showcase people. People are beauty incarnate. And artistic expression and writing is the vehicle I feel called to in showcasing that beauty. I haven’t made a blog post in over a year.. and I’m about to share a lengthy story as to why. And as insecure as I feel about sharing all that I’m about to share, I won’t stop at the threshold of opening the door of my heart, just because fear is barking really loud. So I’m going to embrace the awkwardness of showcasing myself. Here I am. I’m going to use the art of storytelling to paint a picture of what beauty flourished out of the hardship and heartbreak over the course of a year. I’m not saying 2018 was bad, it was just really hard. And it really hurt. It broke parts of me. But in the parts that broke, God not only healed, He remade those parts. I’m apologetically sure of my heart. I’ve become very proud of who I’ve grown into. I would not change a thing of what I went through this last year, but I definitely would not want to go back and relive any of it. As I pour out my heart in telling this story, above being heard and understood, my deepest burning conviction is to make sure Hope is being represented in me. Life really doesn’t get any easier. Honestly, it gets harder, but we get better. I told a friend of mine recently, “Well, we made this decision to live really aiming to look more like Love, so we can’t expect to ever live comfortably again.”
Just a quick verbal gratuity before I delve into my story:
Apart of my own art of storytelling, I’m going to include some photographs of myself taken by my dear friend Shelley. Her gift of capturing people is another vehicle to showcasing beauty. She is an artist and I want to honor her, artist to artist, friend to friend, because of how she’s honored me and championed me over the course of this past year. Thank you Shelley from the deepest place. You are deeply cherished in my heart.
This is my awakening.
Literally… Holy Spirit woke me up at 3:30 this morning and started talking to me. I got up and went out to the couch. In my quiet time with God, I just felt Him draw so close to me, and it felt like an all encompassing, wrap-around hug. Like the warmest, most protective hug. And as He was doing that, I felt fear just leaving me.
Now before I further explain the weight or what this hug did for me, I must give context to the fear:
My husband and I recently made the public announcement that we are expecting a baby in September. Today I’m 15 weeks exactly. And this whole pregnancy there’s been this nagging, tormenting fear of miscarrying. Especially since I had such a hard season of discouragement with not getting pregnant. And then when I finally did get pregnant I had some bleeding in the beginning. And just on top of that, let’s be real, this is a hard time to be pregnant with the constant Pro-Life, Pro-Choice upheaval all over social media and the news. There’s a noble intent with Pro-Life causes, but it’s fear driven. With all these sad, horrific stories starting to come out of the woodwork of women miscarrying just bombarding the news feed, it’s fear-invoking. I can’t look away. And I won’t look away. It needs to be seen, these women have a voice that needs to be heard, but it is hard to look at. There’s just a terror about it, it brings awareness of the precious life with their message, but there’s a spirit of fear on it.
I just don’t think it’s a method God uses to represent Truth… It inspires fear. I feel like it has an intent to “convict” but there’s this thing I’ve come to know with “God’s kindness that leads people to repent” being far more effective than invoking fear and shame in people.
Please hear me. I’m so one for giving your pain a voice. Grieving is so important. It leads to healing. But there’s something about the fear and hopelessness behind this agenda… If there isn’t a partnership with hope, it’s not God, it’s just religion.. it’s self sabotage.
I’m only grieved because there isn’t a showcasing of Hope to the measure that there is a showcasing of fear and loss. There should be absolutely NO overly-religious pressure in keeping pain silent. If we don’t give our pain a voice, silence will give it shame. But there must be Hope. Grieving with hope is meant to lead us back into place of joy. Trauma is anyplace where we can’t return to joy.
Trauma is hard. And hoping in the midst of trauma is sometimes impossible. But… if we believe God is who He says He is, we dare to make that risk and hope…
It’s been especially hard to hope when there are personal stories of loss from people in my life. One of my best friends has had 3 miscarriages in the past 2 years. My other lost a baby in giving birth. (But both are now new mothers again. God redeems and restores!)
Other friends in my life have been trying to get pregnant for A LOT longer than Derek and I have. And still aren’t able to… It’s hard stuff.
And when I was in it. I could relate to their pain and felt the disappointment. And even now, being pregnant, fear is still nagging. Accusation and dread still present themselves. Stupid thoughts come all the time from out of nowhere:
“You haven’t done your time waiting as long as this woman has.”
Or “Your pain is inferior to so-and-so’s because she miscarried and you didn’t. Shame on you for feeling pain in the 10 months you weren’t able to get pregnant.”
Or accusations for feeling happy and shame for wanting to rejoice:
“Your joy is offensive because you didn’t really suffer hard enough for this. You didn’t earn it! Be quiet, keep it to yourself. You will hurt someone’s feelings.”
Or just the layers of dread I’ve had to untangle from, finally being pregnant and still waiting for the hammer to drop because I’ve been so traumatized by the condition of disappointment.. AND THEN SHAME ACCUSING me for feeling that emotion by comparing my pain to other women’s and making mine feel inferior… It’s seriously the 1-2 punch knock-out. The enemy is a lair you guys…
Hopefully this gives context to add a backdrop for what God did for me this morning..
In this moment as He was hugging me, I saw inside my womb, and I saw the Holy Spirit’s silhouette in the form of a mother curling around my baby. I just wept in relief. Holy Spirit is the maternal part of God. Brooding, nurturing, teaching and life-giving. The full Presence of that manifested in the room. Because for the first time I’m realizing how “not-in-control” I am and how mothering and over-protecting in fear does nothing but rob me of peace.. And I can’t afford to forfeit my peace.
I just sobbed under the relief of peace and comfort. I felt it in waves. I just melted. The fear of loosing a precious one just melted away at the kindness of God. I confessed, “Holy Spirit, mother my baby. Mother me. You are so good. Thank You for being our defender and protecter.” Just this maternal brooding was hovering over me and baby and it was a dual love happening.. Holy Spirit was doing deep surgery on my heart with the steadiest hand, removing fear’s cancer.. while simultaneously revealing how He was brooding over and lovingly creating new life inside of my womb. I can’t really explain how it felt the way I want to. But in that experience I became so aware of the worthiness of God… how worthy He is of our worship.. He is so enthusiastically excited about our lives.. I felt the excitement of God wake me up this morning. He couldn’t wait to show me that picture. He couldn’t wait to ambush my heart with that love.. uh! And I’m so aware of how His will is not to take things away..
As I was experiencing all of this, I opened my Bible app and went to Isaiah 49, remembering there was a verse about how God loves like a mother. I struggled to re-read the entire chapter through blurred vision, gasping at the words I was rediscovering in a fresh way.
He is always close. He cannot help Himself. We are SO irresistible to Him.. He has a mother’s heart. He must. He made a mother’s heart. Holy Spirit hovers and broods over us like a mother curls around a baby. I saw it. He is so CLOSE. In the here and now and in the beyond… and I thought about the fear of losing someone into the beyond. And my own selfish comfort of clinging to something so precious.. and even if it was taken away from me… It’s not by His hand.
I remember three years ago I had a vision of being taken into Heaven and I saw all these babies seated around the throne, singing and in intercession for their mothers. Many of the babies were victims of abortion.. and they were radiant and whole. The hope and mercy that gushed out of them in prayer just illuminated all of heaven and poured down to earth like rain.
Among them I saw the spirit of my sibling my mom miscarried after she had me and Jake… Seeing this vision brought so much healing so us. It was so unexpected but so relevant. It was in a time when my mother was praying over a concern she had with my brother Jake and I saw our sibling in heaven ceaselessly praying over him day and night. Over all of our family. It was so holy.
Another spirit in Heaven is my grandmother. Back in November we lost my grandma Thonen to cancer. It was November 23rd, Black Friday… I’ll never forget that being the absolute worse day… on top of my grandma dying, about an hour after we got the news that she had passed, I started my period… Going on 10 months of trying to get pregnant, I remember just crumpling in a ball and wanting to die. Hopelessness and agony coiled up inside of me like a mass of the universes’ darkest matter… It felt evil. And I felt tormented. I remember being so angry at God.
You guys, when you’re in pain you say ridiculous things. I remember just spiraling into the most insane thoughts: “God are you even real?! Or is it just aliens out there f*cking with us!?!” Like.. legitimately wondering that.
Sigh. Needless to say, life sucked that next week. But God was in it. He sends you all the right people with all the comfort and all the hope. Even as offensive as Hope can be to us when we are in pain, Hope still shines a light and light always has the last word. My old boss and dearest friend called me during one of those days to check on me. Somewhere in our conversation she prophesied without even maybe meaning to. She shared about when her mother passed away and presented a hopeful outcome with a testimony, “Jordie, you know how sometimes after a loved one passes, that shortly after, a woman in the family left behind usually gets pregnant?” And she shared that her daughter, who had been unable to get pregnant, got pregnant shortly after her mother died… After I heard her say that, nothing refreshing or enlightening stirred in me. My attitude was pretty apathetic from waiting on all the other “prophetic words” and “signs from God” that weren’t coming true yet.. My attitude at this point was pretty much, “Well that’s cool. If it happens, it happens.”
Well, 2 weeks after my grandma passed I got pregnant. I found out around the 6 week mark, but my response wasn’t an exuberant one.. I was so suspicious. It’s been a slow going process of learning to trust God again as He is reintroducing me to His kindness in fresh new, redemptive ways. He’s been healing me of suspicion and dread. Still have freak outs and moments of doubt. But it’s in the moments like the one this morning… He is so patient and so enthusiastic in His pursuit of our affection… Even if it’s “slow going.” Because He is also a God of “And Suddenlies!” And it’s all in His timing. As cliché as that is, it’s true.
A week before we found out we were pregnant, I quit my job of 8 and half years because I was just over not getting pregnant. My job had become so stressful and it added so much agony to not feeling fulfilled as a woman and not feeling fulfilled as an artist.
It was December 31st of 2018, New Years Eve, and I was in the shower having one of the most violent cuss out sessions at God. It became a 20 minute travailing, screaming emotional breakdown.. My husband came home early while all this was happening, which I didn’t know until I finally got out of the shower. Yes, he heard it all. He opened the door and said, “You’re done.” I went in that afternoon and put in my resignation. I just told everyone it was mainly to pursue my passions as an artist. Which was part of the truth. Little did I know that I’d be “creating” in a duel aspect. I found out I was pregnant about a week later. God knew. Sigh. He’s SO smart. You guys, He seriously knows what He’s doing. We have no idea. That’s why it’s so so so important that we stay close to Him.
Another reason I believe He called me to be home, which is a fact, I’ve been so crazy sick in my first trimester. Like… so sick. I can’t imagine working. I probably wouldn’t have made it. I don’t know if God allowed me to be sick because it was the only way I’d actually believe that I was pregnant.. because I was still SO suspicious of God. I joke that it’s like the story in the Bible when the angel appeared to Zachariah and told him his wife Elizabeth would conceive in her old age, and because Zachariah didn’t believe it the angel took away his speech until the time of the baby’s birth as a sign that God is sovereign. We can all laugh. It’s funny.
So.. many.. other signs appeared to me throughout this past year up until I got pregnant. Signs and prophetic reassurances that I would get pregnant. And they feel all sweet and benevolent, until you go 1 month, 2 months, 3 months, 4 months… 5+… and you’re still not pregnant. Then all the “prophetic words” just feel cruel.. It honestly just feels like the universe is effing with you. Just to be honest.
Pain and disappointment bring about so much confusion and crisis… A real faith shaker.. Still choosing to wait on God in that, and “have hope.” It’s healthy, but it hurts. It honestly stings. But… again.. staying close. God’s word does not come back void. And if you’re tired of “words” from people.. it’s still so important to be gracious with the “well-intended.” Most people are so ignorant to your pain, and your suffering makes them uncomfortable. And because most people are “fix-it” people, they give “good advice” or over-spiritualized input about your pain because they are too insecure to just sit and listen while you hurt. That’s such a hard and awkward place to be, to just be there while someone falls apart and do absolutely nothing. But honesty, if more people had the courage to do that, if we would just grieve with people and cry with them where they are at.. if we would just shut up with our good advice and get out of the way, and let God be near to the broken-hearted.. People would encounter Presence. He needs to be felt, especially when we are in our pain. Don’t try to make the pain go away… it bypasses the Presence. The point isn’t being healed or delivered right then and there.. the point is being close with Him. And sometimes we don’t realize how close He is until we walk THROUGH a hard season of suffering and find that we come out looking more like Him on the other side. Then we will be breathless at the realization that the point wasn’t getting our needs met, that ended up just being a byproduct of becoming more like Jesus.
Now that I have come into a promise fulfilled and face to face with a need being met… I can look back on all these prophetic words, signs and divine encounters with wonder. He is so faithful. And we really do need other people. Even when the truth they speak hurts and is offensive in our hope deferred. I’m so… so glad I didn’t grow so bitter. I’m so so glad I waited on the Lord. So glad.
One of the first signs that God was smiling on the idea of me having a baby was a prophetic gift given to me about 2 weeks after Derek and I started trying to get pregnant. And it wasn’t from an adult. But a little 4 year old boy.
In December of 2017, Derek and I were in a frantic predicament of figuring out where we were going to live because his job at the time was looking to relocate to Dallas “soon.” Soon wasn’t specific.. “Soon” ranged between 3 years our to 3 months out. Derek figured that the company wouldn’t actually move in less than a year because that’s just… insane. So my one compromise was, “I don’t want you to give up your job, but I surely don’t want to have a baby in another state all by myself and away from my family. If we can have a baby before the company relocates then I’m all for moving.” So Derek agreed to that and he even had the cute suggestion of wanting to “start trying” on Valentine’s Day. I looked at the 2018 calendar and felt validated, “Oh! February 14th! That should be when I’m ovulating!” Boom! Deal.
So the weekend going into the 3rd week of February I get a text from a friend that her 4 year old son got a word from Holy Spirit during church a few weeks before. Holy Spirit told him to get me and Derek a gift, but that it wouldn’t be time to give it to us yet. So after my friend found the specific gift that her son heard Holy Spirit say to get, she asked him if it was okay to give it to us. And her son told her “No, Holy Spirit says it’s not time yet.” So about a week goes by and they ask again and her son said “Yes, Holy Spirit says it’s time.” It was a Monday morning and I was at work and my friend texted me to come over after I got off and get my “gift from Holy Spirit.” But while I’m at work God keeps telling me “Look for the smiles today.” Okay, God. Oddly enough, two customers called me “smiley” and another friend texted me and told me that someone just read her an essay about “Why We Smile.” So “smiles” were definitely on my radar at that point… You guys must know, with my personality type, I’m hyper sensitive to life’s textures and spiritual realities. I don’t miss things… God knows that about me. I’m an easy child to lull away in wonder and share secrets with.
So, I get off work and when I’m on my way up to my friend’s apartment, she let’s me in and tells me that her son was very specific in which gift bag they were supposed to put the prophetic gift in… at the moment before I even saw it I knew… and sure enough, it was a blue bag covered with all these little yellow smiley faces. You guys, I couldn’t even… I told my friend, “Even if the prophetic gift isn’t relevant, I’m good with the bag!” And I explained the word God have me about the smiley faces.
So we sat down so I could open my gift and her son told me “Holy Spirit told me this is for you and Derek. It’s time now.” So I pull away the tissue paper and pulled out a little brown teapot with a blue flower on it. I waited for my friend and her son to explain the meaning they felt was behind it, but they said they didn’t know the meaning and trusted that I would know… It took me a minute, but I suddenly realized… No one could possibly know the personal significance of a teapot for me and what it represented to me expect my mother. 4 years before God told me to start giving my mom a prophetic gift for Christmas that represented her motherhood as a way to honor it. And I decided to give her a teapot for Christmas every year after that because she always used to say to me and Jake growing up, “Motherhood is pouring into your children.”
…. Yeah… I got my teapot from Holy Spirit. My promise of motherhood. And it was wrapped up in smiley faces. God was smiling on my motherhood even before I was actually pregnant in the natural. He put a rainbow of promise over my life. So that set some undeniable hope in my journey right from the get-go! I couldn’t shake the timeliness nor the uncanny specifics of what this item represented to me. It was utterly divine. Derek and I hadn’t told anyone that we had just started trying to get pregnant. And I had never publicly shared how I give my mom a teapot every year for Christmas… Or that it represents motherhood.. and surely a little 4 year old couldn’t have just cleverly orchestrated that.. but because this little boy knows Holy Spirit and hears Holy Spirit and because his parents are sensitive to champion him in that gift, it marked me in such a profound way and I am so thankful…
Other things happened along the way when it started to get a little harder to believe that promise…
The Gym Encounter
One particular instance, I woke up early in the morning, like 3:30-4ish, and had panic and anxiety about not getting pregnant. I crawled out of bed crying, went into the bathroom and took a fertility test I had just bought. It’s the kind where a “smiley face” appears if you’re very fertile. A blinking smiley face if you’re barely ovulating and a plain circle if you’re not fertile… well I took it and there was a “smiley face.” Urgency came over me and I wrestled with wanting to wake my husband up to have sex… on my way to the bedroom I heard God whisper, “Do you really want to go about it this way? Your husband is asleep and this isn’t meant to be a chore. Do you really want to partner with anxiety? You don’t want to birth an Ishmael. Be still. Partner with rest.” I went in there and knelt by Derek and just cried… I wanted to wake him up so bad… I even half-pressed and slightly nudged him just to test out if I was even “hearing God correctly.” Nothing happened. Just Z’s from my husband. Because I had flirted with my anxiety a little, it was enough of a crack for a lie spawn in my mind. I should have just listened to God right off and not even pressed, and now my husband’s lack of response (because he was dead asleep) the lie exaggerate that to feel like rejection. And I just stewed in irritation and resentment towards Derek for being “indifferent” and “not caring.” For “leaving me to spiral in my emotions” and “selfishly not meeting my needs.”
Man… it’s embarrassing. The crazy, ridiculous things you think when you’re in pain and you partner with a victim spirit. As I was spiraling in those thoughts I felt God gently nudging me now, “Hey, go to the gym. Go run this out. It’ll be good for you to go to the gym.” I did NOT want to go to the gym… it was 4:20 in the morning.. but God pressed a little more and I was desperate to get out of my thoughts at this point so I tearfully put my shoes on and left.
As I was making my way up to the gym’s entrance and went to open the doors, a customer from the bank who I hadn’t seen for a while was pushing open the doors at the exact same time. “Oh hi! How are you doin?” … and on proceeded the small talk. I didn’t know why, but there was a lingering in our conversation and as it felt a little awkward and he turned to leave and even said farewell.. but suddenly he stopped and turned back around before I went inside, “Hey! Do you have any kids?” Immediately. My. Mouth. Fell. Open. “Actually..” before I could even finish my sentence, he steps forward, “Oh man, I don’t even know why I asked that!” I started to tear up, “I know why.. my husband and I have been trying for several months now to get pregnant and that’s why I’m here right now. To run out some anxiety I’m having about it.”
He stepped closer, and in the most genuine way said, “Hey.. Don’t make it a chore. I don’t know if many people can tell, but I’m kind of a religious person, and when my wife and I were trying to get pregnant, it took us a while but I just trusted God with it. I never worried about it, but my wife got hurt by how I handled it and she felt like I was indifferent and didn’t care about it and that it didn’t matter as much to me or something.. but sure enough we got pregnant.”
I couldn’t believe it. This man was literally saying verbatim what I was just thinking about my husband only 20 minutes before… It was unreal. He gave me a hug and I felt embarrassed by the kindness of God… just wow. He sent me there just for that reassurance, even after I lost my mind a little. He is SO smart you guys… He isn’t cruel. He is the kindest.
These kind of little encounters happened spontaneously throughout that time. Random cashiers and clerks at random stores would just volunteer that they just found out that they were pregnant after trying for a while..
Our Home & The Womb Prophetess
But there’s one last crazy instance I want to share. So Derek quickly found out that his job was relocating in August and obviously we weren’t getting pregnant. And even if we had, it wouldn’t have mattered because I wouldn’t have had the baby in time. God’s timing doesn’t make sense sometimes, guys… but you seriously have to trust. Derek immediately started looking for new jobs that would be around what he was currently making. While job hunting, suddenly a house came on the market that was exactly what we had been looking for and in the price range we wanted. Everything about it was perfect for us… And even though I’m the hyper-spiritual one in our marriage, sometimes Derek’s faith has some wild-shining moments that take me by surprise. Even though it looked completely stupid to normal people, to put an offer on a house without having secure employment, (let alone getting approved by the bank for a loan) Derek wanted to… so we did.. and the sellers accepted. (Now… you need to know that Derek and I had been looking for houses for over a year and a half and had put offers in on several and they always fell through. And the disappointment of not getting those homes loomed over us in the wake of our urgency in Derek trying to find new employment.) And wouldn’t you look at God, calling us out onto the water.. UHG! Faith is RISKY!!! But the door opened this time.. and this house was better than the others we had previously put offers on. Also, I think it’s of cute significance that when the realtor put the SOLD sign on our house, that the “O” was a smiley face. 🙂
Friends, God never says “No,” just “Not yet.” If He ever says “No” to a good thing, it’s because He’s making sure you hold out for the “BEST thing.” Sometimes people settle for “good” or “okay” when if they were just patient, even when it didn’t make sense, they’d have gotten so much better.
Oh.. and so a week after the sellers accepted our offer, Derek got offered a job at the State. For those of you who own a home, you know that if you switch employment during your closing on a home that it can prolong the process.. so Derek had to ask if they would hold the position for a month until we closed on our house. Normally, that doesn’t happen.. but they were basically like, “Okay cool! That’s fine!” Like…. WHAT!?
So it was June and we were several months into “trying” to get pregnant; and Derek and I were weeks away from closing on our home. I was at work one day and in walks a customer who is also a woman I have known since high school. She has a daughter around my age who ran cross country with me so we would always chat pretty surface level. I didn’t know her that well and it was always while I was at work in a very professional environment, so there was never any impression of our knitty-gritty, deep personal life issues surfacing.. I knew just from the impression of acquaintance that she was a “Christian” but I had no knowledge of how spirit-filled she was.
Well, not until this one particular day. She comes into the bank, and walks up to the counter and reaches across to take my hand. She tears up says, “I need to talk to you…” Immediately, I feel a shift in my spirit and I’m anticipating that something miraculous is brooding over her.. She goes on, “I have been grieving the Holy Spirit for not sharing this with you, and I can’t keep this to myself anymore. I could be way off in left field, but I just have to share this with you.. I felt like God told me a few months ago that I needed to lay my hand on your womb and ask for Him to open it. God and I have this weird thing about showing me what women are trying to get pregnant and can’t. So He has me pray for their wombs to open. And I’ve been praying for you, but last night God told me that I’m not doing what He asked me to do… that I’m specifically supposed to lay my hands on you and pray OVER you.”
Yeah… So I’m obviously struck with so many feelings. I told her “Friend, you hear from God. This is all so spot on. My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for months now.” She was so humbled. We decided to meet after I got off work later so she could lay her hands on my tummy and pray.
Now, obviously I still didn’t get pregnant for months to come. But it was another divine moment validating God is faithful. It also shows that WE NEED EACH OTHER! WE NEED PROPHETIC VOICES! Being prophetic isn’t fortune telling… it isn’t having some super power of accurate prediction… it isn’t mind reading… it isn’t psychic… All it means is that when we are near to God, He shares His heart with us… Being prophetic, is being childlike.
It’s a sense of wonder and dependency. When you are God’s friend, He tells you things. When you cling to the Father, He pulls you into His lap and you hear His heartbeat. Being prophetic is showing up at just the right time and having good news. The prophetic is hopeful and imparts life. It never invokes fear or destruction. God can’t give away what’s not within Himself.. And all that He is and all He gives is GOOD! So all prophetic words are simply Good News!
And thus, my friend gave me good news in a time of waiting when my promise was on its way. I’m so thankful for these voices of hope. Even when it offended me in my pain and confusion… These voices still moved in obedience to God’s voice. They moved to the rhythm of another source.. Not fear.. not anxiety… not caution.. but Hope. Life. Light.
I have a phrase I use frequently, that my life is rigged! I am unapologetic in expressing how rigged with grace my life is. I feel God’s smile on me, warm and pressing like the summer Sun against your skin. I feel Him. I notice Him. He’s involved and I’m aware. Somehow, there’s a spiritual principle that measures how aware you are and how joyfully expectant you are attracts more signs and wonders. Signs and wonders follow me. I won’t act like they don’t. They do. Either I’m making all this up, sometimes I wish I was. And this is just a drop in the bucket of all the things… God is the funnest, most lovesick-for-life Person. He has an infantile appetite for play and wonder. He pours out so much beauty and life to anyone who is open to His love. A long time ago I told God, “I’m wide open, Lord! Come get me.” And this is me being got. I’ve been impregnated with eternal life. There’s a Spirit brooding and hovering over every shapeless void, giving shape and form to lifeless things. I pray, from the deepest place and with the upmost reverence towards people’s hearts… I pray Hope is felt in this very personal, very honest, very raw story… It’s prophesy.. It’s hope. It’s not just for me… I’m no more important than anyone else. When I was in pain, He heard my cry. He is near to every broken heart. And I’m obviously not a completed work… I’m still untangling from fear.. I’m still being healed of suspicion.. I’ve come a long, LONG way.. but until I breathe my last breath in this life, I will be sitting at the feet of my Jesus, learning and clinging to Him. He is so… so beautiful. He is so worthy.
This seems like a good place to end this story. I love each of you reading. May goodness and mercy chase you down all the days of your life.
The End… for now…