Praise its what I do.... Praise its who I am.... Through the storm & the rain I can depend on GOD. On December 24, 2014, my family and I just arrived in Vacherie. While driving past the Heights, I had to pull over to let a cop with flashing lights on pass us by. As we approached Church Lane, the flashing lights that was once invisible became visible again. Im not messy but I am nosey and my husband knows it. He asked if I wanted to see what happened, i said no. I wanted to make it home. Open the door to Seneca saying Lets go, Jariah was hit by a car. Arrived on the scene to whispers, cries, and yells. Took a look and a silent prayer went up. After deciding the next move, ambulance drove her to the hall to be air lifted to University Hospital. As they took her out the ambulance to put her in the helicopter, i stopped them to pray with her. I am a nurse, so throughout the process i was asked questions. I either a) changed the subject or b) told them to operate their faith. I knew that by HIS stripes she was already healed. I chose not to interfere with GODS plan. I knew my opinion is valued and because i am a mere human my outcome would not have been the same as GODS outcome. As the days went by, i witnessed a miracle. I witnessed JESUS stepping in on several occasions. I witnessed healing, a hurting mother comforting the woman that hit her child (JESUS), a community reaching out to the family, relationships being restored, and a child operating her faith. Throughout the process, I have not shed a tear, but as I sat to write this, I cry. I cry because i realize that Im not that person i once was. You see Jariah is not only my niece but also my God child. To see her hurting, was to see me weak, but Jesus made me strong. On yesterday, she returned home (glory hallelujah), and though she has a ways to go (emotionally especially), shes doing good. For this child to say, Nanny I understand it was an accident brought tears to my eyes, a smile on my face, and joy in my heart. Ill leave you guys with this. Material things will become useless. They will be here when we are dead and gone. Take the time and tell your child about JESUS, love, forgiveness, faith. Hug them and tell them you love them. Train them while their young. Give them wrong when they are wrong and right when they are right. If you didnt hear it from them, I thank you for the calls, text, visits, monetary gifts, and especially the prayers. Continue to pray for her, pray for them, pray for Ms. Susan. Praise will confuse the enemy.
Posted on: Fri, 02 Jan 2015 12:05:09 +0000
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