The Story God Wrote For Me

November 23, 2010 The girl scowled and looked around the room. She didn’t know why she was here it wasn’t her fault. This was just stupid and a waste of time. Some people just think they can blame something on her and think they have power over her…pathetic people. She looked up at the man next to her – her lawyer...ha ha ha…he didn’t do anything and sure wasn’t helping her at all. He just seemed to make matters worse. She looked across the room at the prosecutor. He just glared at her and then had the nerve to wave at her. Looking behind her, she saw her family crying and staring back at her with pleading wounded eyes. Pathetic she thought. They don’t understand me and just judge me. I have to take care of myself this isn’t my fault. She couldn’t trust anybody but herself and her friends that were there for her. A small voice inside her head said, “Where are they now?” …she huffed what a stupid thought - they were waiting for her to get back to the house that is why they weren’t he

November 22, 2010 I am going to be ok. I just know it. This is just a trial and I am going to get through it by the grace of God. He is my Savior, my healer, my salvation, my Redeemer, my Abba Father, my Jehovah- Jireh, my strength, he is my GOD! I keep remembering the old wizard on Lord of the Rings when he is clothed in white and has his rod and he says to the fiery dragon, “You shall not pass”. I feel like this, I am fighting the forces of darkness right now. This is not just a disease this is spiritual warfare. The devil does not want me to be in Niger he has repeatedly shown that in my dreams, and sickness. He has tried to make me go for my fleshy wants and needs (go and run home). How do I know this? I prayed God would show me the way to go and allow me to hear his voice. I had a dream. In this dream - I am surrounded by men, who are dressed in black from head to toe. They are all wearing sunglasses. They are all possessed by the devil. I am alone in the midst of them and tryi

My life is at a crossroads. The past week I have had to shift through many different emotions. Last Monday after being sick for 4 days, I went to the lab and had two vials of blood drawn to check for malaria and a CBC performed. Everything came back normal but I have the same symptoms of Malaria that I had the first two times. After speaking with my supervisors, my doctor, and another doctor, we can to the conclusion that it was possible that I had the malaria that hides out in my liver. I also found out that I could take primiquine to treat this but that is was not available here in Niger. It was very frustrating to know that a $20.00 drug could be found in the US where no malaria is located rarely but not found in a place where malaria kills people every day. Crazy, yes? Anyways I spoke and prayed to my husband and he had churches in Andalusia pray that God would show me away to go. I went Friday and had three more vials of blood taken and test performed for liver enzymes and a G6-PD

Today has been a hard day. I've been sick again since last Wednesday. It has been a very discouraging time for me because I've been sick with malaria since August off and on. I am beginning to think I have the malaria that hides in my liver and this is why I can't get better. My supervisor Cindy had this type of malaria and she is now in the States getting treatment for it. The only thing if I do have this type of malaria - Niger doesn't have the treatment it. I would have to go back to the States, get liver lab work done, and monitored and be on treatment there for about 2-3 weeks. Yeahhh.......so right now I'm at a place in my life where I'm asking for prayer and for God to reveal what I need to do. I have two options: I have to let go of my pride and admit that God may be getting ready to send me back to the States. Second,  This may be another trial and I need to trust God and wait it out. Pray God's will for my life and not my own!

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Caw Caw Caw”. The sound of the sea gulls and the ocean spray was the only sound the little boy could here. He was so excited he was at the beach. The feel of the sun on his back and the temperature of the water felt amazing. He wouldn’t trade this day for anything in the world. His family had come down to Gulf Shores for one last trip before he had to go back to school. “Jake!” he looked up to see his father calling him back to shore. His father was sitting down on the sand and beside him; there was a big bag of stuff. Jake prided himself on how fast he made it back to shore and how good a swimmer he had become in just the last few years. His father smiled up at him and opened his bag. “Jake, I’ve gotten some stuff to make a sand castle with; I think everybody should have to make one at least once in their life”. Jake looked up with excitement, this was great! He was spending an awesome afternoon with his father. “Jake, you always have to start with a bottom. G

A little girl looked excitedly out her window. Her father was coming home from work and after that, they were going away for the weekend. She didn’t know where they were going but she knew that it would be amazing because they would be together. Her father had told her only one thing and that was to be packed, and be ready when he got home. She still hadn’t packed yet but there was still time. Besides, if she didn’t finish in time he would wait for her, right? Sure, she thought and she kept planning their long weekend. While pondering her thoughts - of what her and her father would do - she failed to hear the sound of his car pulling into the garage and the sound of the back door opening as he walked in. He quietly walked up behind her and placed his hand on her shoulder. Gasping she turned around, shocked that she had been so absorbed into her own thoughts that she failed to realize when her father had gotten home. “DADDY” she cried as she ran and jumped into his arms. Her father gave

The hunter sat waiting in his tree stand for almost 3 hours before the reason for his timing showed itself. A buck not far away stepped from the deeper part of the woods. This was not like other deer, it was magnificent, had 12 point rack, and its size wasn’t expected in this part of the woods, much less the state! Nevertheless, as the hunter looked he couldn’t deny the size of the deer or the fact that it was indeed here. The hunter knew that this size of deer would serve the purpose; the people would be saved from this size of sacrifice. Looking through his scope, he waited for the buck to get within his range. Timing was everything. The deer suddenly stopped, started sniffing the air and then looked right at the hunter. The hunter knew the deer couldn’t see him because of his camouflage but still he knew the deer sensed his presence. The magnificent buck slowly begins walking again despite the hunter… one step, then two steps and then that’s it. The hunter slowly released the safety