The Blessing In A Thorn

I hate needles. Maybe despise is a better word.

The bigger the needle, the  bigger the panic attack.

But the day came when I had to go to the ER.

Dehydration got the best of me and the nurses decided to stick me with a needle the size of a ruler called an IV.

I cringed. I begged. I cried.

 I wanted this thing off of me.

Little did I know the very thing that was hurting me, served to make her stronger.

A Lesson On Storms

 

For the 4th time that hour it replayed in my mind. But the more I pressed rewind, the more I altered the details.

I remember facing this  weird, Eve/Serpent moment in my life where I was questioning what God really said in the first place. Now more than ever, I needed Him to repeat, reaffirm, and give me a sign that this promise that I thought I heard wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.

Smack dab in the middle of the most traumatizing event of my life, when I needed him the most,  God decided to remain quiet.

GOD OF THE GRAY AREAS

My feet wouldn’t touch the ground.

Okay, maybe I wasn’t exactly defying Newton’s law of gravity but my life sure felt like it.

I remember reaching a place in my twenty-somethings where everything seemed gray. I was floating. Dreams and plans that were once confidently black or white, turned into a nauseating shade of gray and left me wondering how God’s faithfulness played in this.