Miracles.

Monday was a big day for me. I ran into Andrew at the chiropractor. I haven't seen or talked to him in a year and a half, and even then we didn't really talk. We couldn't, there was so much there... a lot of anger, frustration, confusion, hurt.

The last 6 years were full of those things. The last year and a half I have spent slowly crumbling under the realization that I desperately needed the Lord to get over everything, to be spiritually and mentally healthy again. There were days I wanted to die, times I thought it would never ever change. Weeks, months even, where I couldn't imagine that the affects of those 4 years would ever leave me. I honestly thought some times that I would never be okay.

Guess what? I was so wrong.

Our God is a God of miracles, of deliverance, grace and healing. He LOVES us, so much. How do you express the inexplicable way you know He loves you, when you've experienced and seen it, been overwhelmed by it?? I can't, but I wish I could.

My favorite book of the bible is Isaiah, because of all the promises of miraculous healing based off of His love and goodness. One of my favorite verses I have on my side bar here on my blog: His promise of beauty for ashes, spirit of joy for one of mourning... It's now a 100% proven verse for me. That's what He's done.

I wrote a post recently about finally feeling steady, secure and whole. I do. This week, seeing him, I realized again- this was a real miracle, an absolute, God given and directed healing and miracle. I had no anger, no fear, no hatred. Just peace and confidence in my God. Because of Him, I'm free and happy, and whole. I'm okay.