I wonder how many closet writers there are because they are scared to get out of their comfort zone, daring to tell what’s rolling around in their brains.
Fear can be a great force within ourselves. It can stop us from doing so many things, things even God may want us to do. We have to remember that God will give us the strength we need to do things according to His plan. In our own human form we are weak and vulnerable. It is through God that He gives an invisible shield of protection.
Would I be where I am today with Christ in my life. I can say without a shadow of doubt a big resounding no.
I was weak when Lari died. Fragile and could have easily broken at any time. I prayed for God to let me die. The hurt was so deep. My daughter was gone yet I remained behind. I mean, his could it be my little girl left this world before me. Yet Ashe did and here I still washing this. Again God’s answer to my anguished request was no. He was not done with me yet. He had a plan. He knew that I was weak. He gave me his strength.
The poem “Footprints in the Sand” came to life in a way I had never truly understood before. He carried me until one day I started to gain strength back. The days where my strength had left, He was still.there to carry me.
It is through God’s strength I’m able to write, especially taking her hospital story and turning it into a memoir. So, I’m daring to tell her story and the other things I have floating around my head.