Binding the Wounds of a Quiet Church Girl

<p>This is a chapter in the middle of a story not yet complete.</p><p></p><p>In early 2024 I came off a very powerful medication that I was on for twenty years. I went through withdrawal twice as I came off it under medical supervision. It took being prayed for at the altar during Sunday service for my body to let go of it. During that time I was barely functioning and for all intents and purposes lost my ability to write. My words were taken away. I had nothing I could stake my pride on. Truth be told I never felt happier and just simply loved. God gave my words back to me as I recovered for which I am very grateful and it came with new passion and inspiration. But these words aren't about me I am His child regardless of my ability. As you read you'll understand that I've seen how fragile life can be. While I have my abilities I'm going to use my words to show everyone with utmost care who God is and what He has done. I will fall incredibly short but like a child with finger paints I'm drawing a picture of my Father and bringing it to Him. What He does with it is up to Him. </p><p></p><p>This is a testimony and not my identity. My identity rests in Jesus Christ alone.</p>