Author Christy Angelette

These days I’m not living, I’m barely breathing. Pulse is almost none existent. My faith is like a defibrillator upon my chest giving the needed current to keep this heart beating. Jesus is the respirator that continuously breaths life into me. I started this year with so much hope sprinkled with the beginnings of happiness. Now everything that I love has been lost. My job, my children, friendships, even my mental stability hangs in the balance. I was on the brink of my happily ever after and now I sit typing this in the ruins of a disaster. I’ve watched others stand by in wait to see me fall, expecting me to give up in my suffering and crawl. Amongst this messed I have also been blessed to have a few that haven’t given up on me yet. The most important part is I haven’t given up on myself. I still believe in the power of restoration and healing, just like Job, I refuse to curse God and die. As I stand in this belief and release the doubt. He sees me, hears me, and one day the things I cannot comprehend will all make sense. It had to happen this way leading me to a good expectant end. Until then the journey continues.