Beauty from Ashes - A Continual Process

I wrote this post 4 years ago, but part of sharing my healing is sharing the journey past and present.   I am not having a fibromyalgia flare up right now.   But this post gives a glimpse of me in the throws of one.   Four years later, this reflects what God continues to do in my heart and life.   May it encourage all to believe in their identity in Christ Jesus.   May we rest in His grace, not resist it!  Here is the post: I remember the big white bible story book we had when I was little.   I must have been 5 or so because I remember the red house we lived in.   The color red, made it a special house to me!   In that home, I remember, when it came time for a Bible story, I always wanted my daddy to read me the same story.   It was the story of the little girl who was sick and Jesus healed her.   Wow, not even until this moment did I see how that story was a picture of my (our) entire journey!   I loved it even before...

Seasons of fear , depression, anxiety, self-hatred, insecurity, illness, headaches…used to define my life.   I knew I was a Christian, but I lived and felt like an “orphan.”   My back story is common to many.   The brokenness in my childhood family was not wasted.   My disposition to anxiety and the crushing blow of people against the ministry my family was doing collided.   It drew us to Jesus for healing.   He never lets go! I’ve been praying about how, or when, or if to share my story in blog form.   I believe God is saying it’s time.   I also believe that the specifics of my story are not necessary to convey the faithfulness of God.   All of us have stories.   The important thing is that we point each other to God, that we give hope.   The Word says in Proverbs 13:12, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.”   It also says in 1 Peter 3:15,   “ But in your hearts revere Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an an...