This story is being told to help others. I misunderstood so many things in the name of “religion.” I knew of God but did not have a relationship with Him. I have made gigantic strides after enduring horrific emotional times. Several miscarriages in the first trimester and hope after making it to the third were a miracle. I knew the biggest miracle would be holding my baby, taking her home, nursing her and being her mom for the rest of my life. I was wrong.
The biggest miracle is sharing with others the power of God to completely heal us. I know firsthand that He is always working for our good and we only need to trust Him. He is a God of not only restoration but also restitution. His promises are many and we can count on Him if we do our part.
My sister has a twelve year old son named after his grandfather, George. My daughter, Chelsea, would also be twelve if she had lived. I do not know if she’d be with me and her father. I do not think so but I know she is where she was meant to be. Her grandparents got to spend more time with her than I. It may have been they were to raise her and not us.
God works in mysterious ways. I trust Him implicitly and so can you.
© 2007 by Avis Ward of GeoVi’s Home for New Life
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