I’ve recently published a Christian children’s book about prayers and faith. It’s important for young hearts to know Jesus while understanding that their prayers are important, too. Believing that God hears their wishes, wants and worries is having faith. Linda learns it’s not necessary to ask God over and over again for the same things because He has heard her prayers and will answer them according to His perfect timing. What happened in this story is precisely how I learned about faith. I pray that this precious tale is a testimony to all of God’s children big and small.
Each and every time I sit before my laptop to write, I pray…asking Father to help me to write all that is truth with compassion, objectivity and most importantly, what would please His eyes to read. A big gulp of coffee, an exhaling sigh and within moments I return to the darkness that bore me trembling, tormented and afflicted with griefs only horrors endowed. Writing, writing, writing for God even as I did as a child in those blackened hours when huddling in the solitude of my sorrows, I could feel His hand on mine…guiding me, comforting me with His eternal, loving presence. Below is an excerpt of my new book Shadows Of Death, the sequel to There You Are in which I hope you will enjoy.
Hunger began to hurt me as I stood petting mother’s disheveled head. The tips of my fingers timidly stroking her wiry hairs made my jaws ache, my teeth clench. This was the monster who haunted my nursery years with such hatred and cruelty that I trembled to touch her tangled tresses. The mother who forbade me to look at her and call upon her as my maker; the one who preyed me in the darkness of most nights, stealing my breath away with the might of her single hand. And yet there, standing beside her, gagging on the stench of my own waste stuck to the hems of my dress, my legs and feet, I remained. .
I’ve just returned from the Cancer Center having had another dose of ImmunoTherapy. My oncologist Dr. Lim says that the CAT scan has come back and that I am still in remission. “It’s amazing that you are still in remission after 2 1/2years! Congratulations!” he said, taking my hand and nodding. I knew my scan results would be good because Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior and by His stripes, I am HEALED! Amen! My heart is filled with happiness. I know that I am Blessed! Praising Jesus every precious moment…
Big Kisses and thank you, everyone, for your continued support and prayers! God Bless!
Isaiah 53:5 (NKJV)
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was [bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes, we are healed.
Beloved, I pray that you may prosper in all things and be in health just as your soul prospers. 3 John 1:2
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed. 1 Peter 2:24
Recently I had a scheduled MRI appointment for which I had been dreading. Having canceled twice already, I was in no rush to slide into the mummy machine wherein the torrents of torturous noise I would feel trapped, entombed. At last the morning arrived for me to endure the punishing procedure that would rule out any recurrences of brain tumors. I had delayed this necessary scan long enough. I was determined to swaddle myself in the Lord’s loving embrace as His words echoed lovingly in my thoughts. “Fear not for I am with you; be not dismayed for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
Suddenly, all the whispering fears that had chased me far from that chamber had stilled for Jesus had silenced the ambitious winds of wretched worry. As I walked in through the doors of the Cancer Research Center the most beautiful sound filled the airs with delight. A woman sitting in the corner of the lobby strumming the strings of a harp made my heart romp with happiness, relief. There was no money tray, no apparent reason for her melodious presence. Could she be an angel? I wondered, marveling at her in the beautiful airs suffering no lyrics to dissuade me otherwise. Whomever she was, I felt that God in His infinite mercy had sent her to serenade the sick, the uncertain and the shrewd alike. How wonderful a welcome this was for me, soothing to my soul. I knew as I captured mere moments of her on film that God was the maestro of this blessing.
The results of my recent MRI are all clear!! I am HEALED! Praise the Lord Jesus Christ!