My child, are you willing to wait?

Today I have a confession to make.

Are you ready for it?

I  hate to wait.

Seriously, if you were to take a hard look at your day, how much of your day has been spent waiting on something, or for someone? It could be something as simple as being put on hold on your phone as your call is being transfer to the right party, or waiting at a doctor's office, or even waiting for an event that you purchased tickets for, to finally arrive. If you were to take a good look at your day, you would see that our days are mostly spent on waiting for things to take place in our lives.
So why is it, that while we spend most of our lives waiting on things, that we can't be patient and wait on God when He asks us to?

Several years ago, I did a cardinal sin that no Christian in their right mind would want to do. It was almost as bad as praying for patience. (trust me, you don't want to do that either!) I went to the Department of Motor Vehicles and ordered personalized license plates for my car.  I was in a place of my life, that I felt God kept speaking to me about a certain area in my life. And I wanted to put it in writing. I want the world to know, just exactly where I was with my walk with God. And I wanted people to know that I was listening and doing this action that was required of me at that time. I felt at that time it was a bold statement and I was ready to make a bold stand. Little did I realize how much I would come to dread that statement, yet be ever so thankful for that phase of my life. Yet just as much I gleaned from that, it is still a difficult task for me to do today. But I am after all, a work in process.

 Have I kept you waiting long enough to spark your curiosity to want to know what my license plates said? It was simply this.

W8T4GOD.

 Those seven characters changed my world and were my daily reminder of where I was at with my walk with God. From my friends asking me if I knew what I was doing in putting this message in writing, to people asking me what I was waiting on God for (and trust me, that message would change daily). So it would begin, me waiting on God, whatever it was that I was dealing with at that time, from me finding the right job, to seeing whether or not my marriage was going to be healed, to my children to be healed and forgive me for the pain of the divorce. And oh, how I wanted to mend things my way. I can't begin to tell you, how many times I tried to "fix the wrongs" in my life, only to have them be broken again. So with childlike faith, I would pick up the broken pieces of my life that I tried to fix cause I got tired of waiting, and offer them back up to my heavenly Father, then I would step back, so He could put the parts back together again.

I can remember early on with my walk with God, of the big lesson I would learn of waiting on Him. It during a time of my life, that God was healing me of my past. And He was clearing the cobwebs of my heart, where the pain of the past had been hidden, and lay dormant till I had allow God in. He was asking me to offer  the hurts to Him. He was asking me to trust Him. To wait on Him for healing of my heart so that He would in turn make things whole again. He wanted me to allow Him in so that I could be healed, and forgive those that hurt me. So that I may in turn share of His love to those that cause me harm. So imagination my surprise when I was given a word, that God was going to heal my relationship with my earthly Father.

You see, after the late term abortion I had (see Peter's story below), I met and moved in with my boyfriend. It wasn't a move that I was proud of, but I was facing being homeless, and was in love, and wanted a man to love me back. So combine that, and the fact that my then boyfriend was quite a bit older than me, and that he didn't have a ounce of Hispanic blood in him (my father was fulled blooded Mexican, while my mother was half German, half Italian, my father wanted me to keep the Hispanic lineage going). My father disowned me for the last and final time.  So when I received word that God was going to heal my relationship with my father, it had been seven years since I last saw my father, or even talked to him. So what I started to do, was to do everything in MY being, help God along and to help make this come to pass. I made many attempts to contact my father, so the healing can begin, only to have failed misery. So there I was, more broken hearted than what I was before.  But you know, one of my strong traits is that I am a stubborn person. So after another 10 years of trying to "fix" this issue, I came to the end of myself, and told God I surrender. And not only did I surrender, but I really believe that that God wouldn't fixed this area of my life. While deep down inside me wanted to believe that God would and could fix it. So I stepped aside, waited, and watched. Wouldn't you know it, that is when God came in and worked His miracle. Little did I know about this "waiting" on God.

It was shortly after this surrendering, that I received word that my father wanted to see me. With a reluctant, heavy, and broken heart, I submitted to the meeting. And it was then, after waiting 10 years of receiving God's word, that my father told me "how sorry he was of how he treated me, and asked me to forgive him of the hurts he had cause me in my life." You see, little did I realize, while God was working on my father's heart, that he was also working on my heart. All along, while I was busy trying to make things right, God was busy working on my own heart. Preparing it, softening it, taking away my pride and self-righteousness that I been dealing with but didn't see. To be in a place to received the blessing, and to accept it with a broken and contrite heart.  I could finally say that part of my broken heart was healed. I had the peace of knowing that my father, truly did love me. It a short six months later that my father passed away.
See, God's timing is never late.

Just like Joseph in the Bible, whose brothers dumped him in a well, only for him then to be captured and imprisoned for a great part of his life. It took waiting on God not only to work on Joseph's heart (so he may be a place to forgive them) but God was working on his brothers as well. All the while strengthening Joseph in his many trials, so that God would be glorified in his life. 

Sometimes when God asks us to wait, He may chose to show us why. It may be to teach us to be in a place of simply learning how to trust Him. It may be that He needs to adjust our hearts. Whatever it is, I know it is for the greater good. Something that is not humanly possible for us to do on our own, without God in our lives and in our hearts. 

  In Romans 8:28 it says this "And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose."

My prayer for you is if God is asking you to wait and be still right now in this time of your life, that you will embrace it with open arms, an open heart and mind.

For this I do know, the reason for us to wait on God is first and foremost, is to give God all the glory. For He is in the miracle business. He has been for quite a while from what I understand. Also, that the anticipation of knowing that at the end of the wait, will bring many great things. And you could almost bet it's going to be something that is going to take your breath away...

Stop And Smell The Flowers

I don't know about you, but I hate being sick. I'm not the whining type of person when I get sick. I just hate being sick, cause I feel like it slows me down and hinders me from what I want may want to do or that it affects the plans I may have.

 

I knew about a week ago that I was going to get sick. It was like almost a given when my husband came home from work one day and told me that he was getting a cold. Of course I did every thing in my power not to get what he had. I disinfected the keyboards and things around it when he was done on the computer. I wouldn’t touch the things that he had placed in his mouth, (i.e., the silverware.) And when he told me that he drank straight from the pitcher that was full of orange juice that I just made for him, well I didn’t touch that either. And as an extra precaution, I went and stocked up on the cold meds, juice and soup, just in case my body decided to give in and get the cold. And wouldn’t you know it, it did give in.

 

Now mind you, I am not one that is a stranger to getting sick. I’ve just feel that I have more than my fair share of ailments. Raising three kids that are 2-2-1/2 years apart didn’t mean that my household was a germ-free living environment.  Plus I found as I got older, my body has its own issues.  I have two degenerate disks that like to act up from time to time and used to leave me flat on the ground for hours at a time. Also, because of my late term abortion, I had to have a partial hysterectomy at a young age. And the latest addition to my illness I have fibromyalgia. (Which, by the grace of God, seems to be under control).

 

So as you can see, ailments and I seem to go hand in hand. It was, however, that during one of these “ailments” that I had cried out to God and asked him why I was plagued with these things. Sure, I can understand that living in a sinful world, and the fall of Adam and Eve, and that the choices I made in my life that affects how my body responds to issues. But there are some days I feel like I have more than my fair share of these issues. This is when I learned, that you don’t ask God questions, unless you are really ready for the answers.

 

You see, the key part I was missing, was placing everything and everybody first in my life. At this time of my life, I was a wife, and a mother, and an employee and even a taxi cab driver (or it felt like it). I was filling every one else’s needs, wants and desires, but I wasn’t taking care of my own. You've heard of the saying that goes “stop and smell the flowers”. I couldn’t because all of my priorities were misconstrued. I didn’t place what should have been number one in my life, which was God. I mean how could I? I felt that I barely had enough time for my self, and to allow time to sleep and always eating on the run (so it seemed), and trying to maintain a household, which meant allowing less time to seek God. Sure I prayed, (at church) and I fellowshipped with God (at church) and I worshiped God (at church). But that is where I kept God, was at church. I didn’t allow Him, or invite Him into my life as my number one priority. It wasn’t until one day that when I was flat on my back for days, and crying out to Him, that I realized how all along He had been trying to get my attention, and the only way to get it was to make me stop dead in my tracks, flat on my back, and focus on Him and what it was that He was trying to tell me all along.

 

“How can I feed His sheep, without feeding myself first? How can I know what His voice sounds like if I don’t allow Him time to talk to me? How can I know how to minister to His children, till I allow Him to minister to me? How can I talk about His love, grace and mercy, if I don’t study His word? Just like our earthly relationships, how do we know what makes people tick, unless we spend time with them. So how is my relationship with God any different? If I want more of God in my life, I need to allow Him more time with me so that I may be used more by God, and learn how to be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit promptings. Sure I knew the “basics of God” but is that all I wanted to learn about Him? If a person stops wanting to learn, doesn’t that speak out that they want to live in a mundane life? I don’t know about you, but I know that I don’t serve a mundane God.  If I just took the time to listen, read, study, pray, then I wouldn’t be feeling like I am always wrestling with God. And He in turn wouldn’t have to wrestle with me, to get my attention.”  

 

In James 4:8 (a) it tells us this: “Draw near to God and He will draw near to you.” In James 4:10 it also tells us this: Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and He will lift you up.”

 

I know now that every time I get sick, it’s not always that God is trying to get my attention. I know that it’s just the way of life, and will be this way until the day I die. But it doesn’t hurt to double-check myself, just to make sure I’m on the right track.

Who's team are you rooting for?

In my first marriage I was a sports widow. Whatever sport was on TV, you can guarantee that my ex-husband would be glued to it. So I decided to do something about it. I decided to learn about the game called football. Picking my favorite team was easy enough. Being born and raised in Wisconsin, it was a given. So I picked the Green Bay Packers. Then I learned the rules of the game, I follow the players, and learned the terminology. I am a faithful follower of the Packers to this day whether they win or lose. 

When I remarried, imagine my surprise when I found out that my mostly non-sports inclined husband is a die-hard Chicago Bears fan. (they are the Packers fans rivalry).

So on a normal quiet Sunday, the snacks come out, the TV is tuned to the sports channel, and the normal, quiet Sunday isn't normal anymore with all the screaming and booing that goes on when the Bears play the Packers.  But after the game is over, the winner of the victorious team gets to boast while the other congrats the winner and sulks until the teams are matched up again. Then the rivalry starts all over again.

Just like football, I am also a die-hard fan of my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. And just like football, when I decided to become a Christian, I dove in with my whole heart. I soak up scriptures like a sponge. I love reading the stories in the Old Testament because it reminds me of God's grace for me and others. Like football, I root for my brothers & sisters in Christ. I encourage them and love on them while they are down.  I also do as it says in Romans 12:15 "Rejoice with those who rejoice, and weep with those who weep.  Be of the same mind toward one another".

In football, you will find a diverse group of people that like different teams.  While I can't comprehend why they don't all like the Packers, they just don't. The same goes for the world. There is such a diversity of people. Some claim to be "religious", some claim to be "spiritual" and some others claim to be "new age". And some people even claim to be Atheists. And that are those, (such as myself) that claim that they aren't religious, but instead have a "relationship" with Jesus Christ".

Like football, I didn't come to learn about this relationship with Christ over night. I did however make the decision to become a born-again Christian over night. And just like football, I can either sit on the sidelines and try to follow with out having a clue as to what is going on, or I can study, learn the plays, and practice with others by fellowshipping with them. I want to live-breathe-sleep-Christianity. Just like in football, when a player gets transfered to another team, they have to relearn a whole new set of plays. Not only do I want to be taught over and over again, but I want to keep learning until the day I die. I want to hear on the day of my judgment God saying to me "good and faithful servant, with you I am well pleased."

And like football, I want to learn what makes opposing teams tick. I want to know why they don't follow or trust my God. I want to show them the love of Christ that He has for them because no matter what scars they may carry with them, God will heal them of it. I want to win them over to my team. I want them to come and do the "Lambeau Leap" with me on the day of judgment.
http://www.nfl.com/videos/nfl-game-highlights/09000d5d81aa6249/Rodgers-gets-TD-falls-short-on-Leap

Unlike football, however, if I can't win them over to Christ, I won't gloat. But instead my heart will grieve until the day that I know that Christ in their heart. While football is "seasonal," my passion for those that don't have a relationship with Christ isn't seasonal. It's an ongoing process; day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. 

My hearts desire is for you to come to a point in your life that you understand and accept what kind of a God that I serve, and all that He has for you.

Zephaniah 3:17:

" The LORD your God in your midst,
      The Mighty One, will save;
      He will rejoice over you with gladness,
      He will quiet you with His love,
      He will rejoice over you with singing.”

I look forward to seeing you come over to my team, and seeing what "players" you bring with you! 

I have been Challenged!

For some of us, if the subject heading of this post was told to you, it would affect you in one of two ways. It would either leave a bad taste in your mouth and would make you look around to see if you can escape. Or it would do just the opposite; making you excited with great expectations and that you would look forward to the outcome of getting the challenge accomplished!

But did you ever stop to think that every day of our lives we encounter one challenge or another? For some of us, our challenges are our families. For example; let’s take those of us that have kids. We are teaching them, feeding them, clothing them, stopping them from fighting with each other (if we have more than one) and constantly giving them our undivided attention, and if they are sick, we are tending to them even more so. And all of this is done within one day! Then we turn around in eight hours (if we are lucky to get much of a break) and do this routine all over again!  Add a spouse on top of that and man you wonder where has the time gone? And if your kids are grown, there is a whole set of challenges that I won’t even get into. Then there are people that aren’t marry and don’t have the same challenges I just describe. Theirs are going to work, or school. They have to deal with bosses, teachers, family, and friends. They deal with different personalities through out the day.  Yes they do have their own challenges to face from day to day.

We as people have been challenged even back in the O.T. biblical days. Let’s look at some examples. The first one that comes to mind is Eve.  In Genesis 3.1 We are told one of the first challenges that Eve faced.

Gen 3:1 Now the serpent was the shrewdest of all the creatures the LORD God had made. "Really?" he asked the woman. "Did God really say you must not eat any of the fruit in the garden?"

Not only was Satan challenging Eve, but God’s authority as well! Then there is Moses. How many times did he have to ask Pharaoh to let God’s people? And in the book of Esther Mordecai gave Esther this challenge:

EST 4:11-14"The whole world knows that anyone who appears before the king in his inner court without being invited is doomed to die unless the king holds out his gold scepter. And the king has not called for me to come to him in more than a month.

"So Hathach gave Esther's message to Mordecai.  Mordecai sent back this reply to Esther: "Don't think for a moment that you will escape there in the palace when all other Jews are killed. If you keep quiet at a time like this, deliverance for the Jews will arise from some other place, but you and your relatives will die. What's more, who can say but that you have been elevated to the palace for just such a time as this?"

If we look at Mat 19:21-22 the rich man is challenge by Jesus. But when the young man heard what he must do, he went sadly away because he had many possessions.

Another challenge I like you to take a look at is in Mat 4:18-20 where Christ gave a challenge to Peter and Andrew.

My point in all of this, is to ask you what challenges are in your life that you are not trusting God in? Are the challenges you are facing appearing to you as mountains? Or have you given them to God, so that they may appear as molehills? Maybe you just feel like you can’t take on another challenge in your life! Have you maybe thought that God is trying to tell you what Mat 11:28-30.says?

I have a magnet on my fridge that was given to me years ago. I received it when my marriage of 19 years was ending, and I was feeling lost and helpless. The magnet has a picture of a small child, and the child is facing the ocean with the waves lapping at its feet, and the child’s arms are open wide. And the saying on the magnet is this “Welcome Life’s Endless Possibilities”. For my friend that given me the magnet felt that God wanted to “challenge me”. Yet I felt I wasn’t ready for that task. But I decided to accept the challenge, and it was shortly after that, that I met my soul mate. And we have been married for ten years.

God places challenges in our lives so that we may grow and learn. If we stop growing, and stop learning, then we stop God in all of His glory! And while there are challenges I would love to run from, I won’t. I don’t want to be the one that suppresses God in His glory!!

Psa 34:8 Taste and see that the LORD is good. Oh, the joys of those who trust in Him!

Friend

Phl 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things.

As always, when I wake up in the mornings, I do my normal routine. Make my hot coco, (or when its warm weather I drink my diet caffeine free Pepsi) feed my cats, go on the computer, and check my Facebook. And then I go into my emails and do my scripture reading for the day. 

And when I am done with my scripture reading, I do some praying, reflecting, and what ever else the Lord may have me do for that day.

And I try for the most part; to start off my time with God, by thanking Him for the things He has given to me.

Today He had me do some reflecting on my friends that He has blessed me with. You see I don't take my friendships for granted. I am always thankful for the people that God has put in my life. For making friendships isn't easy for me. I am rather quiet when I am around people that I don't know. However once I establish a friendship, it can be very hard to shut me up! 

I so love it when God gives me new friendships. I had a friend once told me that she felt that God puts certain people in our lives for a reason, so that we may learn something from them that will only better ourselves. I must say that I can't agree with her more.

Today I was reminded of a man that I once knew whose name was Babe. I can't tell you if that was his real name or not, but what I can tell you is that he was one of the Elders of a church I used to attend. I knew him when my oldest son was a teenager, and a rebellious one at that. And every time I would see Babe, he would asked about my son, and I would give him an update and Babe would say every time “I am getting calluses on my knees praying for that boy!” How I loved Babe, and his witty comments he always had for me. And how it broke my heart when I learned later that he was diagnose with lung cancer, and that the doctors had sent him home to die, because there was nothing they could do for him. So I went to visit him with a heavy heart, not knowing what I was going to say to him or his wife to help console them during this time of their lives. Yet it was Babe that consoled me instead. And to this day I still remember what it is that he told me. He said, “Christine, I thank God for giving me another day to live, so that I may be use for His purpose”. It’s been like12 years since Babe went to be with his Maker. Yet to this day I still give God thanks for allowing Babe to be in my life, so that I too will be reminded to give thanks always.

I give thanks to God for my friendships, my husband, my kids, and for giving me another day so that I may be use for His purpose. I ask Him to remind me to never take these things for granted. For I know that God placed them in my life for a reason, and foremost for His glory!

So I thank you for allowing me to be your friend, so that I may pray with you, give thanks for you, and learn from you. And to see what God has in store for your life, so that you and I will give Him all the glory!

Eph 1:15 Therefore I also, after I heard of your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints,

Eph 1:16 do not cease to give thanks for you, making mention of you in my prayers:

Broken Dreams

Broken Dreams

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend,
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because He was my friend.

But then instead of leaving Him
In peace to work alone,
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own.

At last I snatched them back and cried,
"How could you be so slow"
"My child," He said, "What could I do?
You never did let go."

- Author Unknown

Peter's Story

My name is Peter, and this is my story:

My mom’s name is Christine, and she grew up in abuse home. When she was 17 ½ she was sent to a foster home, cause she kept running away from home so many times, and she really couldn’t talk to the about her problems at home to people that was trying to help her, cause back then you just didn’t talk about “your dirty Landry”. (What ever that means?) Any way, it wasn’t soon after that that she met my dad. He was a couple of years older than she was. Soon after dating her, that he wanted to have sex. He gave her lines such as “if you love me, you will give in”. Because she was afraid of losing him, she gave in. She went to go get on the pill, which was really hard for her to do, being sexual abuse as a child herself, but she didn’t want to get pregnant. Anyway she started taking the pill, and next thing she knew, her and my dad got into a big fight, and she threw the pills out. Well, needless to say, she got back with him, with him promising her that if she did get pregnant, that he will always be there for her. Some time shortly after that they did break it off for good.

My mom, when she turn 18, was still in school, when she realizes she missed her period. She took several tests to see if she was pregnant, but they kept turning up negative. She was scare, because if she was expecting, she would have to leave the foster home. So finally, after 3 months of testing, the doctors finally gave her a blood test and it show positive that she was pregnant. She had no choice but to leave the foster home, and go live on her own, which was hard for her, because she had no idea of how to do it. But she finally got a place of her own. Next thing was to tell her parents that she was expecting me. That was really hard on her. She had gotten a birthday card from her mother on her 18^th birthday that said “Now you are a woman, good luck”. In addition to this, her father said that he disown her. So she had nowhere to go, no money for clothes, no medical, etc. And not too many people knew she was expecting me.

She ended up meeting some people that said that they wanted to adopt me, and that she could move in with them. So she did. Only to realize, that they had drug habits just like her parents, and she started to wonder what in the world was she to do? Also at this time that my father did not believe her that he was my father, when she told him about me, so she had nowhere to turn.

Behind her fathers back, my mom started seeing her mother. And it was than that, my grandmother told my mom that she had a back street abortion and things where better now than it was then. My mom just knew however that killing me was not the answer.

My mom was even told that her cousins’ neighbor daughter had a late term abortion, and that my mom needed to hurry up before it would be too late for her. Then one day, my mom, while hitch hiking a ride to her house, came across a man who told her she was beautiful and she should pose to be a model. That was that lie that seal my fate. My mom called the Plan Parenthood soon after that.

Plan Parenthood told her it would be no problem in her aborting me. They said it would be done in a few hours. They explain it to her, in ways she didn’t understand, but she signed the paperwork any way, cause they told her that I wasn’t even formed yet. And that she was under 6 months pregnant anyway. (That turn out to be a lie; she was 7 months a long.)

The night before the abortion was to take place, my mom hung out with her friends and drop acid for the first and last time, only because she didn’t want to chicken out of doing the abortion.

The next day she went to the hospital herself, and they took her to her room. Asked her if she wanted to talk to a priest, she said no. Then she was whisk away to get a test done to see where I was position. It was there, that she felt me move for the first time. She realize then what a horrible mistake it was to be there. While they took her back to her room, she started crying and ask to see a priest, the nurse said that she will get one for her. Instead, she came back with a shot, and put it in my mother’s tummy. That is what killed me, the saline solution.

It was soon after that, that my mom started to go into labor, and despite what she had been told, she could not believe that she was going into labor. The pains were horrible, and she kept crying out to God to stop the process. That if He stopped it, she would walk away to never look back at this again. The whole time she was in labor, she was crying out to God to forgive her.

Many hours later the nurses came in and check on her, didn’t like what she saw, and called the doctor, and when the doctor came, he said I was coming out wrong, and with that my mom went into shock. Next thing she remembers is that the doctors was trying to hook something up to her to monitor her heart. The nurses said that they almost lost her.  But as for me, I was already dead; I was taken out of her while she went in shock. She had asked one of the nurses what sex I was, but they would not tell her.

My mom stayed in the hospital for 3 days. She had some friends to come see her once they had heard what happen. It was later told to my mom, that when it got back to my dad what happen to her, he broke down and cried. My grandmother came later to see my mom but stay for less than a hour, because my mom’s dad was waiting out in the car for my grandmother. He still didn’t want anything to do with my mom.

When my mom was release from the hospital, she had to take the bus home, because no one would come to pick her up. Her druggie friends disown her, and so did so many of her other friends. She had no one to turn to.

It was later, when my mom finally got saved at the age of 24 did she wanted to be heal of the pain of the abortion, to be able to talked about it, and push the shame aside. She prayed for a long time to be forgiven of this, and it was through her church that they had a ministry that help women deal with the issues of abortion and about God’s healing grace and forgiveness He had for my mom. God told her my name, and that I was up in heaven with Him, waiting for her when the day comes for her to come home. The ministry even had a special time when they had a funeral for me, something my mom never had the chance to do with me. But you know God wasn’t done yet.

Years later, my mom had given birth to my brother, and then my sister.  Then shortly after my sister was born, my mom got pregnant again, but she miscarry that baby. My mom was upset, thinking that God did that to punish her. (it was before God heal her of the abortion)  It was a year later, that mom got pregnant again. This one she wasn’t planning, but she prayed that God would let her keep this one. That is when my brother was in my mom’s tummy. But something started to happen with my other brother when my mom was 6 months a long with her pregnancy. She started to go into labor pains, and no one could stop the labor. The doctors where concern, because at 6 months no baby could survive and that baby would weigh less than 2 pounds. But the whole time my mom was in labor, God had given her the name Daniel, and told her that everything was going to be okay. This is the bible verse He gave my mom when she was in labor with my brother.

Daniel 8:27 “I, Daniel, was exhausted and lay ill for several days. Then I got up and went about the king's business.”

Brian Daniel came into the world at 7 months, weighting in at a whooping 2 pounds and ½ ounces and 14 inches long. He went down in weight of 1 ½ pounds. But he came out a fighter. He stay in the hospital for 3 months and came home when he weigh 4 ½ pounds and three months old. There where times when the hospital staff thought they were going to lose him, but they didn’t know that God was restoring what the locusts had eaten in my mom’s life. That was 29 years ago. Brian not only made it in the doctors’ medical journal book as research for other preemie babies, but he was known as the miracle baby of his time.

This is my story, I thank-you for reading it. If you take anything from this, I pray that you have a deeper understanding of my heavenly Father’s healing grace, and His unending love for you that His own son paid for with His life. And if you allow him in, He can and will do the same for you.

With love

Peter