Story #309
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This summer has been quite difficult for the healing process for me. I wrote my story a while ago about my dad dying. The victory then, was that I was still alive. But living with a broken heart is difficult and is very tiring for many people. Yesterday, I was finally given answers. Why did he not raise from the dead? Why did he leave us? WHY is the devil such a JERK?! I knew all the answers. My dad was a FWB pastor and I was a Sunday school going PK. So, the answer was ALWAYS Jesus growing up. But soon after I moved out of my mom’s house, I knew Jesus wasn’t ALWAYS the answer, sometimes it is the devil’s doing. I needed healing, answers. What the pastor spoke about yesterday was amazing. I bawled like 5 times… The story of his relative in the hospital (with the crooked finger) was so healing for me. She did NOT want to come back to earth… so maybe, just maybe my praying for my daddy didn’t give the outcome I was looking for, because it wasn’t MY choice. That is healing for me.