Some time ago I went through a season of pure darkness and hardships. It was a battle with each word I uttered and each prayer I prayed. I believe God had his hand on my life the entire time. It was kind of like the story of Job where it appeared as though I had lost everything friends, family, income, fiancé, and nearly my son but God. There were days and nights when I cried out to God seeking shelter from the storm, comfort, peace, tranquility and someone to hold my hand. Then there were times when I found myself hurting, embarrassed, humiliated, sick to my stomach, I could not eat, I felt withdrawn, and as though I had completely lost my self worth and dignity. I recalled watching a movie that inspired me to find space of my own where I could be alone with God, and it was in that space that I cried even more I mean my tears were ugly. Not only did I cry but I shouted, prayed, worshiped, slept and cried some more. This might sound odd yet had it not been for that season of darkness I might not have heard Gods voice of reason and direction for my life. So even though I was scarred, bruised, battered, torn, and broken I thank God that something good is coming out of it.
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Sometimes in life we venture on a road to change, and purpose. No one said that through the shifting process pain, and heartache would not come. God has called me to share my journey of being lost. Through this I was made broken, yet the awesome thing is that God has me in the palm of his hands where he continues to put my broken Piece's together for the good of God's kingdom. What darkness meant for bad God has turned around, and placed me on a path of sure destiny. View all posts by Domeka