The first year Vic and I were married, getting by financially was a struggle. We lived in a tiny apartment located in a deteriorating area of Birmingham. It had a leaky gas hot water heater that forced us to leave the windows open 24/7, even in winter, so we wouldn’t suffocate from the fumes during the night. It was furnished in an eclectic mix of cast offs from relatives, flea market finds, and homemade treasures. Burglars broke into it three different times but never took anything because we didn't own a single thing valuable enough to steal. We were young, madly in love, and finally on our own, so obviously, we thought it was the most awesome apartment in the history of the world.
The Lord continued to provide for all our needs after we moved back to the states. When people I loved died, God provided comfort and strength to put one foot in front of the other. When relationships fractured, God provided either the grace for forgiveness or the strength to walk away. When I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia, God helped me discover healthy living strategies that led to my recovery.
In the darkest moments of life, God provides his great light to help me find my way. He fills me with his presence, grace, mercy, peace, and love. He opens my eyes to see that possibilities are everywhere. He cultivates in me a sense of gratitude that comes from him alone. He teaches me to bloom where I am planted, living a faith of hope and joy.