Tailor Made Weekend

This weekend has changed my life. I know God truly does speak and meets you where you are. It may not be obvious here just how much I struggled with daily life. On Saturday, I was busy making copies for Candy Land and one of the members approached me and asked me several blunt questions and then told me that they could see the hurt in my eyes. I was very weary at what they were saying. I of all people knew just how much I hurt. They continued to tell me that God can only advance you as far as your sore spot. Also, that I did not want to pass down those same sore spots to my son, to which I agreed. They told me I can't give my life to God and then hold back that sore part of me. I thought on it alot that night, I revisited everything that had made me so sore. I was dying inside, and I knew I couldn't take much more.

I kept mulling this over in my head and my heart. I knew I would have to come to grips with some kind of solution and soon. One would leave me broken and bruised forever and the other choice just seemed too hard. However, I knew I had to forgive, let things go and trust God with them. So, I let myself open to the idea of trusting God with everything, even the sore spots.


Then on Sunday morning, a man by the name of Christopher Alam came to our church and preached about the love of God, and about having faith and how God is a BIG God. He showed us a video clip of a crusade he led in Zambia. Millions of people there, wheelchairs empty on stage....children dancing when they couldn't walk before. Something went off on the inside of me. A realization that God is big, miracles are an everyday occurance for God. Then the whole crowd started shouting "Lift Jesus higher!" and they broke out dancing and smiling, laughing and rejoicing. I wept, I had such a joy and an overwhelming presence of God.

THE SAME GOD THAT DID THOSE MIRACLES IN AFRICA, CAN AND WILL DO THEM ANYWHERE!

I sat there with tears streaming down my face and silently told God I would let it go, everything was in his hands and I wasn't taking it back. And I meant it. I let it go, I feel so much better about life. I don't feel heavy, I don't feel worried or fearful. I can walk in love and not resentment or hate. I got my miracle, my breakthrough. I am a changed woman, a whole woman. My faith is built up and I can see things clearly now.

I was greatly blessed by that, and for the first time in my life; I lifted my hands and poured my heart out to him singing and praising him. I don't know who saw, or noticed and I don't care. I'm just estatic that God came through for me, and expect he will everytime. HIs word does not return to him void.