I'm beginning this post unclear how it will be.
All I know is that I want to write.
Write about the good.
Write about the blessings.
Write what I am thankful for as medicine for my soul.
This is my way of Singing in the Storm.
The storm that is beating down on the shores of our little family.
Oh there is wind whipping up a frenzy.
There are tears lashing down like rain.
Waves of emotion pound and crash.
But like that Sunday School song: the house on the Rock will stand firm.
The Rock of our faith that all things work together for Good, to those who trust in God.
That something better can come out of something painful.
That nothing is wasted, no trouble, no struggle.
What doesn't kill us will only make us stronger.
That He hears our prayers, and catches our tears.
We lack wisdom. We lack strength.
Sometimes the storm threatens to overwhelm us.
I stand at the kitchen bench, hands hanging limply, no strength in my legs.
"God this is too hard," I wail.
Tears leak a little, but I can't give in to the hopelessness.
I have a promise and I'm clinging to it.
It's pinned to my bedroom wall:
"All your children will be taught by the Lord and great will be your children's Peace."
All your children.
All.
And GREAT will be their PEACE.
That's my promise. I'm hanging on to it for grim life.
I know this probably sounds strange to you, if you don't share my faith.
But this is real to me.
REAL.
I have had so many other promises fulfilled, which had been dropped into my heart from Heaven in years gone by.
I have lived my life clinging to these promises and I have not been disappointed.
I have seen miracles.
I have seen prayers answered, in my life and the lives of others.
I have seen "the dregs of society" become leaders in their community as they put their trust in Jesus.
Babies being held in the arms of barren women.
Doctors reports that defy medical predictions.
Relationships, reconciled.
A dream to help others resulting in the largest programme of its kind in our country.
A shy girl given confidence to lead.
A fearful girl tackling the worst of the worst, that others with more skill and training had given up on.
I have lived on $50 a week - and had all my needs met.
Yes, I've known plenty of dark days, I've cried plenty of tears and had struggles... but look!
Look at me!
I am the shy girl, the fearful girl.
The girl who thought I was nobody.
And here I am.
Getting my stories published in a magazine.
The promises are not a figment of my imagination.
They are my anchor and my hope.
The Rock on which we build our house, the promises of God which do not fail us.
Believe it... or not.
But I do.
And because of that I am here, in the storm,
singing the best way I know how.
Because All my children will be taught by the Lord (know Him, encounter Him)
And GREAT will be their PEACE.
{And mine too.}
SOME STORIES ABOUT MY MIRACLES & PROMISES
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