How does a mother contend with God over her children? Are there words in all the worlds languages that can depict the deepest part of a mother’s heart? I believe there are none.

 

All of us that know Christine, truly know her heart, the kindness, sacrifices and love she pours out on those in her sphere of influence. We also know the struggles and the battles she has faced. Her first sentence to me as a toddler was, “ I do it Mama, I do it. “ Despite the struggles and challenges she has faced in this fallen world, she notoriously gets back up and fights…she perseveres…But deep inside her armor, the warrior is a child.

 

For the first time she has purchased a house. It is a fixer upper to say the least, but it has been her unending dream to provide a home for her and her incredible son Joah who keeps her believing in spite of life’s woes.

She worked for a construction company on Lake Burton and faithfully takes classes to help her in her recovery. I don’t think I’ve even known a young woman of 5’1 to physically and spiritually work so hard….and now this accident. Blinded by the light of the sun she had no warning that a semi tractor trailer had stopped in front of her. She hit it without pause. She has a broken arm, two broken legs with the left one severely broken in three places and many contusions and bruises. The doctor said surgery will take at least five hours today if all goes well.

 

The first thing she said that I could hardly understand between the painful sobs was this, “ Why Momma….why do bad things happen to me, I’m such a looser!”

The enemy of our souls is an accuser to our hearts and mind, this is a battleground for us all if we are honest.

 

Somewhere in my breaking heart this past two days I’ve heard a whisper. I believe it is the quiet voice of my Lord…

“Christine will not be able to say in her heart ,”I do it Mama, I do it!” She will be in a wheelchair, not be able to walk for at least 5 months, not use both hands. She will humbly need others to come along side her, to lift her, to bathe her, care for her every need both physically, financially, and keep things in the order she will need. Christines body will undergo surgery but I, The Healer of her heart will do a greater work there. She will come to trust Me greatly…not her own perseverance. She will see that others don’t look on her as a Looser”, and if they do they are not fit to be in her life. She will see that I and only I am her Provider and Sustainer in this life. She will see people of all walks humbly coming together to love, affirm and to hilariously give to her, to meet her every need in obedience to Me, their God. Rest Patricia, dry your eyes and rest… Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the son of her womb? Surely they may forget, Yet I will never forget …See, I have inscribed her on the palms of My Hands; her walls are continually before Me.”

 

As I am writing this morning Christine is being wheeled into surgery. I prayed over her on the phone that the Great Physicians presence would fill the very room and His hands would be the surgeons hands. Please pray with me today.

 

I humbly ask for your prayers and help from all of you as His hands extended.

 

In His Love,

Patricia