|Last Sunday Night
Last Sunday night something happened that had a great impact on my life.
I had come to a point where everything felt like it was beginning to fall apart.
My life was crumbling in around me and I could not stop it. Or at least that’s how it felt.
For a long time I had convinced myself that everything was fine and that I was just overreacting, but Sunday night was my breaking point. I didn’t quite know what was happening all I knew was that something was terribly wrong. I felt trapped in fear and doubt. I had nothing but lies running through my mind. I was questioning the wonderful relationship that I’m in. I was questioning the education/career path that I’ve chosen to follow and the one that I thought God told me to take. I didn’t know it then, but I do know…..I was being attacked. My spirit was being pulled in two different directions and I felt as though I was physically being split. It took someone (my boyfriend) outside the immediate situation to see what was happening and to not only see that it was happening to me, but also to my entire family.
I was scared and unsure about what needed to be done. It was then that John, my boyfriend, suggested that we fast. I didn’t really know what to say or think, but I agreed. I believe it was then, when I had given up, that God began to show me what needed to be done and that it wasn’t just me struggling.
Each day has been a struggle since the beginning of the fast, but I know that what we are doing is right. I know that God wants this and I know that He is going to work everything out.
Psalm 25:15 “My eyes are continually toward the Lord for He will pluck my feet out of the net.”