I don’t have much time before class to write this out, so I thought I would leave you with a thought.
Did you ever think when you were going through something, that you went through time and time again; and you wondered how come God didn’t heal you from it…
That He did, and you were standing at the grave of it?
Does that make sense to you?
He told me last night that I was wrong to think that He didn’t heal me from this situation, apart of me, because He did a long time ago.
He said I was just standing to grieve its death.
Because it WAS apart of me.
I’ll explain more later today.:)