The Story God Wrote For Me

Thoughts of a weak person who is made strong by JESUS CHRIST So this morning I woke up homesick and missing my family like crazy. I keep telling myself that it is almost November and then it will be December and then my love will be here with me for a season then I will be home shortly after that. I remember God is my strength and that is how I get up out of bed each day and go through the day. If it wasn’t for GOD I couldn’t do this on my own. Anyways today, I had two people tell me I needed to be with my husband. One went so far as to tell me that God told her. Then said maybe I should leave and save the money God had raised for me until Michael could come back with me. That God was giving me a sign with the malaria and then went on to say that, the Zerma team may not be what God wants and that he was stopping it (which I don’t believe). She also said that people blame the devil but God does things too. And that I didn’t need to do what I wanted to do but what God wanted me to do.

I never know when I will write the next blog, I never know if I will write another one again, and just when I begin to think I won’t write one again then Jesus begins showing and revealing things that make me want to bust with excitement at HIS divine glory, mercy and power….and only then do I write. I woke up with the expectation of sadness this morning but it was not there. I dreamt about my brother last night. I could not save him in this dream either and he died. However, this dream was different from the rest I have had since he died 6 years ago. He did not call out to me for help, he did not scream for me to save him, and he did not need saving until he was gone. It was a different dream, with different emotions in it and I ponder that. What was the meaning of this dream….was it a way for the devil to make me sad and feel that cold sharp pain again? Probably but Jesus works through the good and the bad times in our lives. How do I know this? Because this morning when I woke up