Recently, I was reading in Matthew the account of the man sick of the palsy. He was so sick...he could not get himself to Jesus. He had four friends that did whatever it took to get him to Jesus. They carried him in his bed, and got him to Jesus. When Jesus saw the man...He healed him. The part that interested me the most was that Jesus saw the four friend's faith, not the man's faith. Maybe the man had no faith.
Six months ago, I was the one who had no faith. I could barely get out of bed. I had lost all hope. I could not get myself to Jesus. In April, I was so low...I no longer desired even to live. It was a Sunday morning. My husband had left for bus route with our oldest son. I managed to get myself out of bed, and I wanted to end my pain that very morning. I took our gun and held it to my head. As I had my finger on the trigger, I remembered my other son was still asleep in his crib. I began to weep uncontrollably... saying "God help me". A couple hours later, I called a friend, who insisted on a four way conference call. She said to me, "Let me have faith for you." When I had zero faith, my friends carried me to Jesus that day, and the healing began.
How about you reader? Has someone carried you to Jesus? Remember you are worth it!
2 comments:
Beautiful. So proud of you Erica. You are loved.
Thank you Julie for carrying me to Jesus that day. I'll never forget it.
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