I learned something new last night. We had eaten dinner. It was nothing we hadn’t eaten hundreds of times before. Everyone was settling in to watch the last 20 minutes of Trolls, and my daughter starts screaming. Her face is beet red, and she is grabbing her mouth.
As all mothers who have been deemed the “throw up person” in the house know. You grab the kid and run to the bathroom. She continues to spit and cough and tell me her skin is burning. It was an allergic reaction of some kind. She then tells me it’s hard to gulp (swallow).
I start rebuking the symptoms and releasing healing and peace, I’m praying in tongues, and nothing seems to be changing. Then I closed my eyes, and I saw the Father. My Heavenly Father was massive, powerful, kind, loving, concerned and waiting on me. He reached out His hand, and He said,
“Will you give her to me now? “
I was sitting on the bathroom floor holding and rocking my distraught daughter, but I could still choose to do it. I saw myself handing her to Him. Instantly she stopped shaking and asked me for cold water. The red drained from her face and she started laughing at the Trolls music she could hear playing from the other room. Her daddy got her a cup of cold water and then sent her off to sing along with her brother.
Man y’all, the real choice of handing our cares and our treasures to Him always produces life. My heart is still pounding as I write this hours later. I want to remember to stop and cast all my cares upon the one who not only can help but who WANTS to help! He is our Good Father.
1 Peter 5:7
Pour out all your worries and stress upon him
and leave them there,
for he always tenderly cares for you.
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Stumbled across your blog tonight. Your words and your perspective are so encouraging to me. I was diagnosed with POTS in December 2015, and was told there was no cure. Your divine healing gives me hope. Keep writing about thankfulness and healing.
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