Well, I went through a storm big time. I lost my house, all my money,and my desire to live. I was turning 50, and at this point, I didn't want to start over. Also during this time I was so depressed. Never been this low before. All I wanted to do was stay in bed, and wait to be out of here. Then one day I heard this voice telling me to get up! Then I heard it again. GET UP!!!! So I sat up, and said, what do you want me to do? All I heard was get up. Crazy? I don't think so. At that moment I realized that God is real. It was the kick I needed to get myself going again, Slowly. One second, one minute,one hour, and one day at a time.Another time I found some crumbled soap made into a heart. This made the hair on my neck stand up. Was not frighten. At that moment I realized I had experienced a miracle. And That God loved me.
Well I got moving again, because I was reminded of what I was made of. Things have gotten better. Not where I'd like them to be, but grateful for what is. I am stronger for having to go through the storm.God made me, and God doesn't make mistakes.