"Praise The Lord! And praise him with all of your might!"
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was stretched out on my back headed to the Operating Room (OR) for a surgery that I didn’t really want to have. It was the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life. In the midst of my stress and worry, I forced myself to give it all up to God and let his powerful hand carry out his will. There are rare moments in one’s life where you remember each and every detail from the smell of the air to the taste of horror in your mouth. Knowing the worst possible thing was going to happen to me and being fully aware that there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. To say the least, I was devastated.
However, It was at that moment I knew that there was one thing I could do. I opened up my mouth and sang to my father as loud as I could as the nurses rolled me back into the OR to take my precious baby. I longed to see and keep my baby. My eyes where closed in route to the OR. So, to this day I have no idea of who heard my cries of praise. The physical pain was unbearable, but God helped me bare it. The thought of not being pregnant anymore and losing my child was unthinkable, but God helped me to be at peace with it. I did not shed tears that day. I refused to cry because I knew that if I cried everyone around me would cry. I put myself totally aside and instead of crying, I Praised! God taught me a powerful lesson on December 25, 2012. My Praise became my Peace. It was the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. But it increased my weirdness giving me peace in the depths of my soul.
Thank You God For making me a peculiar person and letting me know that only the weird survives.