A little over three years ago I was suddenly approached with some frightening news about someone who had at one time been a part of my life. And by frightening, I mean down right SCARY. This revelation embedded a whirlwind of shock, fear, paranoia and uncertainty in me for many months ahead. At the same time, I was really struggling internally with an relationship that I was in. Then on top of that, I was pregnant with a child who was to be born with a major heart defect and need surgery soon after birth. With this mountain of stress around me, it was often hard for me to function as a normal person, but that at the same time these troubles would eventually bring out a persistent sense of faith, patience, and gratefulness that all truth would come out and work out for my greater good, and it did. If you had bumped into me around this time, it would have been easy to sense a confused, and very emotionally vulnerable young woman. Too often naive, I realized at that time that putting my trust in anyone but God was the wrong thing to do.
I remember clearly when I felt the most lost and depressed. I was understandably shaken, scared and my faith was wavering. I kept questioning God on why he wasn’t answering my prayers, how come I always felt so alone, and what could I have ever done to anyone for everything wrong that was happening in my life at that time. I continually cried my heart out in despair, pitying my self every single night not even realizing that God knows me inside and out, had never stopped loving me or working to protect me. View Post