It’s 4:50 am.
I just wrapped up almost 14 hours of putting together paperwork, printing, and putting some of my writings together, writing that has been continuous for 8 years.
A moment before this writing, I knelt humbly on my knees to pray.
I thanked God for my many blessings, things I forget to thank Him for, simply because I’m so often crying out in pain during prayer.
I thanked my Heavenly Father for giving me the gift of writing since I was a very small child, for the strength He has given me to endure such a traumatizing situation.
I thanked Him for the patience He has given me through this dreadfully long 9 years, each day is a struggle. The time that goes by does nothing to diminish the pain.
I told Him I am completely broken, and only He can heal my broken heart, and very slowly, He is.
I told Him I trusted Him, that in His timing, He will make the wrong, right.
God has given me the passion to diligently write, to never give up.
He has carried me through each day, comforted me at night.
Though this has been the most devastating of all nightmares, I can honestly say I have never been as close to my Heavenly Father. I seek Him every day, I pray in the garden, in the kitchen, in the car, in my dreams.
Glory to God, for His mercy, His love.
Through God, Everything Is Possible….
~ Good night my baby Nevaeh, Auntie Elizabeth loves you and misses you….I am empty without you…..