On March 30th, I became fully funded.
On April 1, our first day in New York, the enemy began his attack on my body.
But I’m thankful for it because it just confirms that this is where I am supposed to be.
He is going after my body and making me so nauseated I can’t function well or concentrate, all I can think about is wanting to vomit and get it over with.
But God is still good.
Once we hit Barcelona, he added my thoughts to his list.
He’s going after my brain, planting doubt and lies among the truths that I hold so tightly to. But God is still good. I wrote this last night at midnight, “I’m scared to get to know people because I know they’ll forget about me the minute we go home, and then I’ll be alone again. Even lonelier not being able to connect with anyone at home anymore. Terrified. I am forgettable and unknown.”
But God is still good.
He is so so good.
Even though my sweet Father hasn’t taken these things from me, He is good.
So as I wait, I will worship. I still believe.
I know that change is happening in my soul, and Jesus will not leave me here.
Because he is faithful.
