Over the last six years God delivered 5 unborn babies from death through me. I have probably preached the gospel over 300 times. I am not boasting when I say that God has done a mighty work through me. Because all that has been done in me is impossible for me. Impossible.
Born a weakling. Wet the bed till I was ten years old. The thought of leaving my mother’s side was like stepping off the edge of a building. I am an introvert. Frustrated my grandmother like no other, because I refused to go play with other children. Scared and afraid of the world and everything in it.
Then Jesus took me. Talked to me. Put His words in my mouth…and His Spirit in my soul. And I did what mere men and women can not do.
Every day, in my flesh, I desired to run from God’s calling. Every day. He gave me a dream to plant my feet and confirm His call. Showing me a jungle, I shook in fear. In that jungle were children guarded by snipers waiting to kill anyone who attempted to free them. I envisioned the bullets penetrating my body as I attempted to rescue them. I was terrified of the pain. But they merely past through me. God assured me that though I would incur bullets…He would heal every single one.
Many shots were fired. More lives were lost than saved. But the jungle does not scar me anymore.
For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you. And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart. I will be found by you, says the Lord, and I will bring you back from your captivity; I will gather you from all the nations and from all the places where I have driven you, says the Lord, and I will bring you to the place from which I cause you to be carried away captive.
Awesome post, Jo Ann!