This battle with this invisible enemy was “kicking my butt” and draining all the life out of me. By the time the enemy was done with me, I was physically weak, emotionally drained, and spiritually whipped. I was in a deep depression. I couldn’t move my bowels for four months, my nervous system was shot, and I couldn’t breathe well, see well, or speak well. Every muscle in my body had spasmed, and the doctors had no clue why, or even how to help me.

 

It was during that time that I turned to God in a way that I had never done before. I feel like Job, I thought to myself, as I cried aloud, “Jesus, save me!”

 

I can’t explain all that happened here (it’s in my book) [Suitable Singles: Every Single Decision Matters], but I can tell you, it wasn’t me that yelled out, it came straight out of my soul. I wasn’t planning to say it, I didn’t even know that I could say it, but I just yelled it out, standing in middle of the floor. Shortly afterward, I was completely bedridden for four months, as I fought to breathe and keep my sanity.

 

Some strange things began to happen after I cried out to Jesus for salvation. As I shared before in the blog: “Don’t Reject The Ordinary Messenger,” God began to speak to me. He also began to answer me, but His answers really didn’t make any natural sense to my sensibility. This is where God was teaching me to trust Him. I couldn’t see where He was leading me; the path He was leading me onto, or every step that I would need to take. All I had, was God’s attention, His voice, His direction, and faith to take the next step with Him.

 

Directional assistance came in spurts, one at a time. When I obeyed the first directive, I was given another directive. One day at a time, turned into one moment at a time, which turned into one breath at a time, one blink of my eyelids, one move of my fingers, one more attempt to eat a meal, and one more try to cleanse my body of its toxic waste.

 

To be continued.