Updated: Aug 17
If you have seen a few of my first blogs you will know that I am not afraid to tell my story. And likewise, I'm not afraid to speak my truth about 2020. Here is a brief snippet of my journey.
I thought I had a powerful relationship with God, but when the pandemic hit and I faced all manner of fear and anxiety that relationship with God became much more real than I ever imagined. Achievements and timelines disappeared. It was as if I floated into an altered state.
My most used promise from God that I clung to for decades became even more profound. Not only did I "Hold to God's Unchanging Hand" as the hymn says, but I clung to His side like a toddler that wouldn't let go of her mommy.
In January I started writing a new book, by March those words meant nothing. When I was finally able to think about writing again, the words were spoon fed to me by God. It was no longer me, but He who led the writing process. I remember saying okay God, what should I write about today? And lo, and behold, I would find divine insight. A few weeks into my writing process I felt my strength coming back. Me and God were on a beautiful journey together. God and I were writing together, laughing, singing, dancing and enjoying a wonderful journey. The sun had shined once again.
In the pandemic God showed me my brokenness and then offered me strength and courage. I always quoted the scripture "He will never leave you or forsake you" (Deuteronomy 31:6). But in the pandemic I embraced it in such a profound way.