Last week, my friend and critique partner felt led of the Lord to highlight my WIP and my healing on her blog. I’ve received so many questions that I thought it would be better to talk about it here.
I admit that I’ve been reluctant to share the story because it seems like anytime someone says “God told me” or “an Angel appeared out of thin air” and people start doubting the speaker’s sanity or integrity.
I wish my story were so tame. Just know that everything I tell you will be the truth, albeit the condensed version. Ok, you’ve been fair-warned. My story begins with a miracle.
I retired from Youth For Christ at the end of 1999 with a rapidly progressive neurological disease. I developed a Parkinson’s tremor, double vision, weakness, difficulty walking, frequent falls and my voice became a whisper. The worst part of all was the Alzheimer’s like confusion that grew worse daily.
It was March, 2003. I sat staring at nothing, my mind in a foggy muddle. Small puddles of drool soaked my beard at the corners of my mouth. My left hand shook to a rhythm that seemed to erupt from the center of my being.
Miraculously, my confusion lifted and I heard the voice of the Lord:
“It is time to write the book.”
Come back Monday for part 2.
I admit that I’ve been reluctant to share the story because it seems like anytime someone says “God told me” or “an Angel appeared out of thin air” and people start doubting the speaker’s sanity or integrity.
I wish my story were so tame. Just know that everything I tell you will be the truth, albeit the condensed version. Ok, you’ve been fair-warned. My story begins with a miracle.
I retired from Youth For Christ at the end of 1999 with a rapidly progressive neurological disease. I developed a Parkinson’s tremor, double vision, weakness, difficulty walking, frequent falls and my voice became a whisper. The worst part of all was the Alzheimer’s like confusion that grew worse daily.
It was March, 2003. I sat staring at nothing, my mind in a foggy muddle. Small puddles of drool soaked my beard at the corners of my mouth. My left hand shook to a rhythm that seemed to erupt from the center of my being.
Miraculously, my confusion lifted and I heard the voice of the Lord:
“It is time to write the book.”
Come back Monday for part 2.
