This has been a very hard year for me. This year started with my moms first surgery putting in a defibrilator. Ive watched her suffer yet bravely act like nothing is wrong. But as her daughter I know how hard it is for her.
I have prayed a lot for her, fasted even though i dont have much discipline to do so. And I am still waiting…waiting on a miracle.
Has it ever happened in my family before? Not like this.
This is uncharted territory. This is a place that I really need God in.
This is a place where I am desperate in.
Then I look around and there is always a story about how it did not happen but I still choose to believe that our story will be different. That what I read in his word will come to life in our lives.
Then there are days I can only fast, praying is too sad. There are no words anymore just a silent plea to help.
And Lord, I believe.
