I didn’t have much faith. I went to a one day <em>Women of Faith</em> event and I told myself I was a woman of fake.
The woman who paid for me to go showed so much generosity and true Christian attitude that I cannot think of her or thank her enough. AND she has been divorced 3 times and had no trouble finding husband (a really good man) number four. Eat that Debi Pearl.
At the <em>Women of Faith</em> I wanted to believe that all things work together for the glory of Christ but the truth is at that moment I couldn’t see past my upset stomach and physical heart aches enough to feel Gods presence in my life.
I know from all my life experiences that on many occasions I have said and would say again “thanks God, that worked out really well. I am glad I had faith cause this is perfect.”
It took waking up one more morning, my body shaking from the fear of the unknown before I had the revelation that God didn’t want me to meekly say in a happy voice “thank you.”
God wanted me to rise from the ashes, the ground, to my knees to the point where I stood up and SHOUTED at the top of my lungs, dancing, the spirit filling my bones and every ounce of my body celebrating.
<strong>”Praise the Lord He is risen and out of the tomb He has saved me and brought me to my feet so that I can jump for joy. And joy is what I am and what I have.”</strong>
I thank God that He has pruned the bush that was my life. I thank God that He has taken the most destructive part of my life away from me. I am left with great peace.
A few more weeks and my divorce will be final. Oh how I will celebrate that day!!!! I hope you will celebrate with me.Fa