Sunday, October 16, 2011
I knew what trials were like. I had had plenty last year. They were not fun, not fun at all. But then I also could affirm what the minister was saying: "It is through trials we grow closer to God."
"Yes! I will accept trials in my life if they draw me closer to my Savior, and I will give thanks for them."
Within a few hours of being challenged and blessed in the service, the trial began.
It had actually been coming for a while, but I had blocked out the warning signs. I wasn't ready to handle more.
The email I received that Sunday night hit me hard. So hard in fact that I would have been a basket case had it not been for the words of the messages I had just digested.
Our oldest daughter was sending out some strange emails, and the signs were pointing glaringly toward another break.
She had been well now for about five years. In my heart (a mother's heart) I couldn't believe it would ever happen again. I wanted to believe she could go on living a normal life, maybe even find some nice God fearing man whom she could marry. I wanted to believe she was through with mental breaks. With all my heart I wanted to believe it.
But God knew all about it. I can thank Him for this trial because I trust Him. He has never failed me. He brought us through the horror of last year; why shouldn't I believe He can take us through this?
I have no idea how bad this will be, but I am thankful that God does. At this point all I can do is pray. If you feel led, please pray with me. Thanks so much.
She recovered without getting any worse, and as of today, Nov. 2016 has not had another break. Thank You Father.