Part 2
All the months of living in total insanity and the months of physical suffering, that followed, would total nineteen months, and it took me to the very edge of the cliff and still I did not fall down on my knees and cry out to my Father above, and confess I was completely and totally helpless without him.
Stubborn carnal thinking with the force of my righteous indignation...
at everyone including God. If things could EVER get any worse, my sister would finally, for the first time in her life, speak the horrors that happened to her all the way back to her earliest memories. Something I had prayed to know. Now I knew. Why did I want to know? what difference could it possibly make in her life after so many years? All it did was add to the long list of things that angered me. She was going to die and I was lost and hopeless.
Don't stop praying for something you consider important no matter how long it takes, all will be given at the very best time.
I wasn't going to actually share my sisters secret but finally decided, what happened to her was important for the testimoney, because her years of silence came at a heavy price and that is why God revealed it in the end.
One day I was reading her one of Rays papers when out of the blue and matter of factly, she told me when she was sixteen, and on her way to her summer job, three black guys with a knife at her throat, forced her into a car. They took her to a place that had a wood shed, kept her there all day, rapeing her in every conceivable way imaginable, before they finally left her. She was alive but it would be a very hard life I assure you.
A few days later she told me our grandfather had molested her fom her earliest memory until she was nine. God! Just kill me now!!!
By bringing this into the light of day, God was healing her of this terrible pain she had been burdened with all these years.. Allowing her to accept love and comfort from another human being. Which is something she could never allow herself. He gave her the gift of his truth at the moment she was ready to receive it. I know I was there. She died knowing he loved her and all of mankind and that the very best was yet to come.
For me, he gave memories to sustain me when she was gone. He gave me the answer to my prayer and helped me see and understand the why of it all. He gave me the opportunity to hold her, cry with her, and say all those things I would have said those many years before, if I had known. He gave me everything
GOD IS LOVE...This is the magnificent power of it.
His love is as real as the air you breath
He will wrap you in it and comfort you with his peace.
He restored my hope in his promise
My cup runneth over
His goodness and mercy are with me all the days of my life. I am truly home, where I do belong.
And durring these past five months I have been humbled, by the neccessary amount of correction, to teach me why I must rely on him for ALL things. Now that's a MIRACLE!
Don't you EVER worry about anything