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There
are many more stories I could relate connected with the subject of my pregnancy, healing
and Bianca-Rose (the baby). But I'm conscious of the fact that this was an 'aside' - so if
you'll excuse me I just want to get back to the year 2000 again and make sure I haven't
left some other story hanging. We can come back to this another time, if it ever
seems relevant.
Now.. think...
Ouch. That hurts.
I was telling you
about what God was saying to me about Easter 2000, wasn't I? And that led to the
mention of Friday the 13th, 1990... which led to telling you about Bianca-Rose's
conception...
Ok, I think I have
it now. I was relating the experience I had of God reassuring me that He has plans - plans
for my healing, plans for a future for me free of debilitation. He gave me some unusual
'hints' using the number ten several times, remember? Ten weeks and ten days. Ten years and ten days. This led me to explore the reference to ten years and ten
days, which was pointing back to a time when He had intervened before, and made His love
known to me through His miraculous intervention.
But, but , but...
I was meant to be helping you understand 'that day' in 1984! I wanted to give you
some insight into why the event was so life-changing. The First Day of School story
wasn't too bad a start, I didn't think, but, as you probably noticed, it didn't take me
long to leap forward in time. I'll try and pick up that thread again...
I was a Sunday
School girl. I should have known that Jesus was with me. But I didn't. And it would be
another twenty years before this knowledge would be revealed to me in a blinding flash of
insight, and revolutionise my view of life. Then it would be many more years of
gaining experiential knowledge of God and His ways before I could truthfully say, "I
know Jesus is with me, and I no longer believe I have to rely on my own strength to
survive."
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I know Jesus is with me, and I no
longer believe I have to rely on
my own strength to survive.
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