Healer.

I find it hard to believe my life is what it is today.  I’ve gone into details in some of my stories, so I am sure you can understand my doubt.  Here’s where my awe stands.

I have been healed.  No, I wasn’t blind and I could always walk, (Most of the time without falling up stairs or something.)  No, I wasn’t a mute or a leper.  I was an addict.  I can say with (almost) 100% certainty that you could take away everything I love in my life, and lay any drug in front of me, and I will not touch it.  I don’t crave it.  I don’t miss it, I don’t need it. 

I used to be a very angry person.  You can ask any brick wall, car door, sheet rock, or some people.  They will tell you, I was quick to throw a punch.  I’ve actually been told that if I punch with my left hand again it will most like shatter. (Due to some incorrect healing from several broken hands I never took care of.)  OK. Hear me on this.  I still get angry, and sometimes it’s overwhelming.  But it’s been quite some time since I’ve punched a hole in something, smashed my head against a car, wall or refidgerator.  I have prayed through all of these things, and I feel like a new person.  I feel completely different. 

I’m not writing this to brag.  Truth is.  When I seperate myself from God, which I think we all do from time to time, I am nothing.  I am a weak sorry excuse for a human being.  With God, I’m a new person.  A person who is filled with love, remorse, and who isn’t afraid to say “I’m sorry.” (most of the time.) 

I am sure Andrea can tell you some stories, and I am sure she will agree that I am a different person from even a year ago.  I am sure Andrea will tell you, if I didn’t pray through my struggles, and God hadn’t intervened, she probably would not be my wife today.  Andrea has seen me at my lowest, and prayed with me through it.  Listened to me cry out to God, and has seen the change. 

I write this rambling of what I think is a coherant thought to say one thing.

GOD IS GREAT!